*note, im crap at writing Poems, im better at short stories*
During the sleepless night,
never to see the early morning light,
the cold, wet tears run,
down your cheeks into an urn,
the ashes of your loved ones are kept,
sealed away like a crypt,
the worlds sentenced doom,
will bring you to them soon.
i know some of the words dont rhyme but it doesnt matter, a poem can rhyme or not and i know its all about death and such but thats all i think about at the mo