Fear Of Dying

I’m not afraid of leaving at night
I just hate the coldness of fright.
I’m not afraid of lying
I’m just afraid of dying.

I’m not afraid of being sick
I’m more afraid of being well.
I’m not afraid with the gun in my hand
I’m just afraid it will hurt like hell.

I’m not afraid of looking ugly
I don’t care what they say.
I’m not afraid of happy endings
I’m just afraid my life won’t end that way.

Without you, my life is an endless void
No laughter just silence with deep noise.
Without you, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Without you, I know you will do, too.

this is a poem my finace wrote, i thought i’d put it on here.

By mistress faruzah

losing your viginity at a church is quite the experience