Hey Death
sitting on my shoulder
squeezing my heart with cold fingers -
a bang!
a whisper
a slow fade away -
whatever form you’ll take
there can be no escape -
just acceptance.
Hey Death
sitting on my shoulder -
why don’t you just fuck off?
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“I can’t take a breath
Without seeing Mr Death.”
Comment by Foom — February 26, 2009 @ 2:10 pm