Closing the door on life

life, life and life in general

As I walk through the bullets,
and see how life goes,
I close all doors and go with the flow,
life gets cut off,
but friends are forever,
as we close the door on life.

We walk in the shadows,
we find our prey,
we are not evil but we don’t like to say
friends are forevermore,
but life is not,
so we close the door on life.

So out of the battle we walk unscathed,
watching and waiting,
we don’t like to stay,
for life closed the door on us some time ago,
so in the battle life we did forgo,
in the end life closed its door on us.

We are the shadows... of the dead 

The End

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