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Published by Aya Abdel Aziz
I'm back! I'd rather not describe this poem, all I can say is that its dark. Dedicated to my three friends who passed away in a car crash a few days ago. May you all R.I.P.
I'm back! I'd rather not describe this poem, all I can say is that its dark. Dedicated to my three friends who passed away in a car crash a few days ago. May you all R.I.P.

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Published by: Aya Abdel Aziz on Apr 12, 2013
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Death is a cynical creatureIt always feigns that it is dormant and it has permanently disappeared,Until it arises from its deepest slumber and takes away whom we care about most, to their endthey cannot ditchFor death's time is of pure gold and of the essence,While our time on Earth is as worthless as an unpopular movie featureWe cling on to what we presume is ours,Yet when time is taken away from our restless grasp we pout for it as students would pout at amisunderstood teacherOur minds tend to neglect the inevitable truth,The fact that death hovers over our souls each and every day, disregarding who the person is orwhat they may feature.My feet walk towards a boisterous crowdI am euphoric and apathetic of my hateful surroundings,I found myself entranced in the smiles of the spectators as they were mesmerized by the loudalluring soundThe sound resembled a captivating but sinful melody,Keeping all individuals on their toes as they ecstatically sway to the music like a small moundThey will never realize that life's melody is a beautiful lie,It captivates your senses and entrances individuals into its grasp until we have no choice but todrownLife then reveals its repulsive face, clawing away it's serene identity and revealing a veryfamished houndThe fiend craves a soul, pure or sinful, plucked from its greatest moments and achievements,While it midst of all of this we are blinded and entranced by life's repulsive melody which we allpresume profound.

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