Poems from my weird mind

random poems


4. Shinigami (god of death)

I see the world from way up high.

even well after i may die.

My soul wont be harvested when i fall.

my body displayed in front of all.


i will become the undead that talks and thinks

for killing oneself is just a jinx.

it is a sin left upon those filled with hurt

never to be buried beneath the dirt.


they will become ones who take.

each of their minds ready to break.

always left to witness a last breath.

we are whats called the gods of death.





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