The awful, the dreaded
the Peaceful, the calm
You need both to die
and both to live.






poetry number 2

Flowing along the surface of the ocean
seeing no point to survive
many times you look to others
by your living side.

Sometimes it's so hard to see
that good can come of this
will you betray or be betrayed
that's the fear that's feared.

Maybe you will see day again
or maybe fall in the darkest pit
but all the same, there is still hope
maybe just one percent



ok relaly weird