(Decmeber 26,1289 (or sometime around that) / Russia)

Death

it calls to me
beoning to me
to come into darkness
its sweet sound
so inviting
so lovely
raped by arms
i fall
sound of welcome
arms around my neck
oh what pleasure
theres no more
sounds of welcome
of pleasure
but pain
burning
red hot
DEATH!

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Comments (2)

brilliantly wirtten! i love it
i think one cant enjoy life if he has no soft corner for his death in his heart..... :) 10 Ali