When it's staring you in the face
What thoughts come by
Late
How late is it?
How hard is it?
Or simple...
Death..the beyond
The part with no tomorrow
No future to worry about
Just a large past to cry about
And no one to comfort
Or maybe an escape
From the heart wrenching pain
That necessarily incapacitates
Death
Embrace me
Love me like no one ever has
Take me with me with you
in this moment of numbness
Put me in your ice cold shackles before I can run away...
1 comment:
EVERY SOUL HAS TO TASTE DEATH!
Like u, even I am not sure how it is gonna taste, but I think it is better for us to prepare ourselves in a better way to make it taste sweeter. To know the reason of our existence; for everything in this world IS there for a reason!
That sermon aside, this was another good post - coz it was posted by a great writer!
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