| Death After Life The icy, burning hands of death Slowly wrap my throat. Nothing left I can sayeth To dispel this frightful coat. The cold- it cuts, in me, straight through Down to my core most bones, Grasping me with naught to do While the wind just wails and moans. The freeze filters through my veins And penetrates my heart. I cannot fight now, and it wins; Things slowly become dark. A hurting freeze that did burn Leaves as I fall asleep. For life, now, I'll no longer yearn, Nor will they so much as weep. There's nothing left but this cold dark- No joy nor retributed strife. I beg you to my words please mark: There is only death after life. |
| I feel the morbid sneaking back in Bringing me death with every small whim. They say I have been doomed Because death will consume Thoughts, hopes, dreams. Not one seems To see my inner turmoil- Thoughts like bile, tastes like oil. Decay inside. Come for a ride. See my world- All twisted, morphed, curled. Slipping, falling, so close- far. Weakening, sleeping, smelling dark. Cold pulling Ice forming Blood slowing Sleep warming Losing, snoozing, Oh well: End. |