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| DEATH, i can’t look into your icy eyes i can’t welcome you into my life and i ask You; WHY ARE YOU SO BLACK AND COLD? the tears you make me weep are bitter. they carry the hate out of my eyes and roll down my cheek ‘till i angrily wipe them off my face and i trudge through the day with a tired, heavy heart. --CRONIN DETZZ Back to main page |
DEATH written 11-29-81 by Cronin Detzz |
| Inspiration Death is such an interesting, unknown variable to write about. Death is personified in this poem, and hatred is aimed at death and turned into tears: "the tears you make me weep / are bitter." |