To some, death is a choice. It is their desire. When everything they cherished is no more...When they can't be with the one their heart desires...When all hope is lost...Shadow of death, come over me.
I am not a master writer. But I enjoy writing anyway. Is it poetry? I don't know. Sometimes they are kind of poetic and at times they turn into short stories. To me, it doesn't matter. It is what it is: art