You know me, you see me.
But most of the time you deny me.
I'm a part of you, everyone of you.
One day you'll realize me.
That is the truth.
I'm not a fantasy, I'm reality.
I'm the night to your day.
I'm the end to your cautious.
Yet not free from your emotions.
When I come, I'll run your river dry.
I'll be the reason of your heartaches.
But that is when I see you,
At your purest.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
You know me, you see me.
But most of the time you deny me.
I'm a part of you, everyone of you.
One day you'll realize me.
That is the truth.
I'm not a fantasy, I'm reality.
I'm the night to your day.
I'm the end to your cautious.
Yet not free from your emotions.
When I come, I'll run your river dry.
I'll be the reason of your heartaches.
But that is when I see you,
At your purest.
Death is speaking in the only way he can. And it's by taking our lives that he talks to us.
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