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Into death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From the earth,
We are free,
No more mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
To quell the fact,
That we are dead.
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From the earth,
We are free,
No more mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
To quell the fact,
That we are dead.
Literature
Death
I'll find you...
In your last hour...
I'll find you...
Don't worry, i won't get lost...
I know the way...
I always know the way...
I'll save you...
Through pain and suffering...
I'll save you...
You're asking for what and why?
It's pointless...
There is no answer...
I'm the eternal judge...
I'm your destiny...
I'm Death...
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Death
When I die
I want to explode
I want the soul to come charging out of this shell with such violence
that my ribs are split down the middle and opened like a walnut
the head
gone
scattered in bits on the walls
the floor
my guts blasted onto the ceiling so that
belatedly
kidneys and intestines will fall upon the doctor or nurse that attends
the skin will split
as my soul jumps for the light
my leg bones will rise up in the bed
and dance
across the floor
out the door
to the elevator and out into the street
onto the cars in traffic
my gory feet will dance!
kicking gobs of bad flesh at screaming spectators
until my
Literature
Grim Reaper
Accept me as your protecter and murderer,
Time to behold the truth.
The truth of your own demise,
Can you not see my black tears as i cry for you?
Against my stone heart,
Feelings for you will never cease.
Trying to get you your death.
I can not bear your pain anymore,
As i watch you from afar,
Please take my bony hand,
To your shallow grave.
This is your final resting place,
Your holy altar,
I will never lead you astray,
Trust me and hold my hand.
Leading you into the dark depths,
Laying you down on your bed.
Now fall asleep my darling,
All this is just a dream.
The time will come,
but now sleep.
Live your life because
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A poem about Death, and not much else.
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