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| Death could be a beginning but whom or what made it be so? I sit alone and wonder, what is death? Does it overcome us? Or do we overcome it? I know the game it plays on us all. We are the fox to the hunter as death is the hunter to us. I fell alone. Without life in me. I lost my feelings. My reason to breathe. I lost it the day I lost my true love. What is love? A thief that walks in the night? Thriving on me like a serpent to destroy my every being? I know its game, its reason to take me. It wants me. Yes, death can fall in love. It loves the weak. It thrives on it as a man thrives to be inside a woman. It feels pain also. It is resented. I also feel resented. I can love as I can die. I will die. It can be that death and I am like one creature trying to belong. What do we belong to? Just about anything. We are as that serpent. We are like vampires. The warmth of the living blood keeps us alive but we stay alive for a purpose. That purpose is unconditional love. Love without meaning is nothing like death without a victim is nothing. You see death come to us all. It is quick but harmless. We are here one minute, then gone another. I am death. It calls to me. I am gone but then again I am here. I need that someone that will help me overcome death. For if we are loved we are not truely dead. We live. We live on through the living that remember us. I will not be remembered until I find him. He will fight death for me. He will be that death I seek... Death by love. Death by love is an understanding. I too understand death but why by love? Why should I kneel to it like a peasant to a king? I feel so helpless, so weak. Yes, breath it takes. Hear me oh death, I will be loved one day. I hope and pray every night. I will be him and he will be me. Death does not fall in love with me. I can too fall in love but I want you to free me. I will not call on you death by love. Death by love... leave me be. |
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