Somethings
are
meant
to
stay
six-foot
underground.
Whether
Alive and breathing
or Truly dead.
but, does it matter?
Like choosing between dancing with fire,
engulfed by flames,
or being locked in a passionate kiss with death.
Everyone meets their fate.
Death.

But, death would not take me.
No matter how many limbs I broke,
How many arteries I slashed.

It was there for another hundred years to torment me.
People wanted to know whats my secret,
I told them to ask death.
They laughed.
But it is true. I've met death.
And he is a stone cold *******.
Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day.
Your time will be up,
soon enough.