Death the silent lover, the carrier of souls.
Death the answer to my problems, the hero of my hurt.
Death the last great adventure, the last conquest.
Death the icy black, the inky lovely.
Death the hollow eyes, the evil grin.
Death the breaker of wills, the destroyer of futures.
Death the uninvited, the unwanted.
Death the lover of razors, the collector of blood.
Death the loser, the winner.
Death the fear giver, the comforter.
Death the beautiful, the dead.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Deep! I can read a lot into your words. ...the silent lover of the depressed and disheartened, of those standing at the edge....
...the lover of razors...elicits a clear, visual allusion to a most greivous moment in one's life IF one comes to that alternative. Wonderful poem, Drifter! Penny as Sweet Little Angel....
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