Death is death but who is he
Or maybe it’s a she
Where do they take the souls that flee
They say death is a skeleton but is it even human?
Their just trying to make a conclusion
Do they carry a sythe or is it a knife
Where do they take the souls that once bread life
Death is like a shadow
it stays hidden
Not making a peep
Or they would seem like a creep
No one knows the truth
But the people want answers
A fake one they shall give
Until they find what’s hidden under what they can’t reach
About the Creator
Taraji Adams
Im a highschool student experimenting with my writing skills. I inspire to be a journalist or a creative writing professor. Any feedback on any of my pieces is welcomed and well appreciated.
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