Death, comes to us all
For some, it rings
the doorbell
It brings
flowers like a
gentleman caller
Sometimes, it creeps
up on us while
we sleep
Snatches the life
Like a thief
in the night
For some, it is
The end that
justifies
the means
It is the cold truth
After the hot soup
of lies
in between
Others, it stalks
Like prey
Licking it's lips
As it gets closer
every day
It is a random
act of violence
Unprovoked,
Waiting in silence
But for all of us,
It is life's only guarantee.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Death, comes to us all
For some, it rings
the doorbell
It brings
flowers like a
gentleman caller
Sometimes, it creeps
up on us while
we sleep
Snatches the life
Like a thief
in the night
For some, it is
The end that
justifies
the means
It is the cold truth
After the hot soup
of lies
in between
Others, it stalks
Like prey
Licking it's lips
As it gets closer
every day
It is a random
act of violence
Unprovoked,
Waiting in silence
But for all of us,
It is life's only guarantee.
I wrote the first draft of this when I was about 14. My imac died, and it was lost forever. Recently, I got over being so angry about it. And rewrote it. And it couldn't of turned out better. The universe gives and takes in ways we don't understand..
