Strip my flesh
From my bones
Rub the muscles
Till its tone
Watch my blood
Slide silently
From where I slashed
My razor violently
Watch the noose
Around my neck
Watch on the carpet
My blood leaves specks
Watch as I
Gasp for breath
Watch red marks
On my neck
Watch as I
Say goodbye
Watch me watch you
As you cry.....
Death stands at my side
Just close enough for me to sense him
But far enough so that we weren’t touching
And if I was to reach over
My hand would graze his cold skin
And I would feel his bones
And the material of his cloak
But if I was to touch him
I would also stop breathing
And I would be racked with agony
And within that minute
I would curse my foolishness
For being like a child
told not to touch fire
But couldn’t resist
the deadly temptation
And would get burned
However the only burning I would do
Would be in hell
For if I touched death
I, too, would join him in what is
The eternally lasting sleep.
COMMENTS
How do you he is there?
Pardon? I fear I do not understand your question.
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