Swiftly moving, surely breathing,
Death comes upon thee.
Deafly hearing, blindly seeing,
Death comes, you'll see.
Purely hating, silently screaming,
Death moves toward me.
Angelic sinning, awakened dreaming,
Death won't leave you be.
Drowned swimming, motionless fleeing
Death has to be the key.
Unharmful stabbings, helpful bleedings,
Death has slain me.

Death

why is it that we rip flowers from the ground.
flowers
so innocent.
unharmful.
yet, we rip them from their homes.
and, we give them
to people who don't deserve,
their beauty.
we take the things we love,
and we give them away,
to the unlovable.
why?

-l.j.t.