Remember all the days you never lived. ...Ahh But what you wouldn't give...
Tip the scales to disrepair and know what it is to be the
living dead.
Who else amongst us hath seen them walk again?
Lifeless, infected. Soulless. Only bones within.
Sustenance injected. Eyes dark as pitchblende.
Heart Neglected. Loosing rhythm as it distends.
Feel protected? On your doorstep it doth impend.
And furthermore my friends, more than just a few of us,
are as ****** as them. You see, life seeks out solutions
to conundrums of survival, problems, strife.
Watch it steal away the will to stay and any real meaning to life.
Death, the payment for travel inside this nexus of senses and sexes
seems painful and excessive or made brief by all the excesses,
is non-refundable no matter how you choose to live
for even the ungrateful agree it was a small price to give
Let the dead share with you your secrets."There is but plenty to fear" And "The store is always open, so ya'll come back now you hear?"
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011