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I Am Death
I am death
The spirit that eats the living
Reaping the souls
The last remaining breath
Of loved ones cherished ones
I am death
The one that spreads fear
Spreads dread into beating hearts
Darkness is my light
Silence my music
I am death
Feeding on the vulnerable
Choosing without discrimination
I don’t care if you have lived 100 years
Or have never left the womb
I am death
The opposite of what is held dear
Like a dark cloud I hover above life
Like the rain that dampens the summer
I dampen existence
I am death
The whisper through time
The architect of sorrow
I take hope and destroy it
It’s my destiny to take who I want
I am death
I can turn a room cold
With my very presence
I create the void in every heart
Your fate is to know me
The spirit that eats the living
Reaping the souls
The last remaining breath
Of loved ones cherished ones
I am death
The one that spreads fear
Spreads dread into beating hearts
Darkness is my light
Silence my music
I am death
Feeding on the vulnerable
Choosing without discrimination
I don’t care if you have lived 100 years
Or have never left the womb
I am death
The opposite of what is held dear
Like a dark cloud I hover above life
Like the rain that dampens the summer
I dampen existence
I am death
The whisper through time
The architect of sorrow
I take hope and destroy it
It’s my destiny to take who I want
I am death
I can turn a room cold
With my very presence
I create the void in every heart
Your fate is to know me
Published 6th Dec 2018
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7th Dec 2018 5:47pm
7th Dec 2018 9:34pm
Yes it does used fear it when I was a kid don’t anymore. Glad you like poem not a happy one but life doesn’t smell of roses it smells of shit too
8th Dec 2018 10:49am
Talking about shit -this may make you smile;
A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realise how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you are in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realise how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you are in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!
21st Apr 2020 2:05pm
This is great.
There are times when death is a welcomed friend.
But not so often, I think.
Very well expressed.
There are times when death is a welcomed friend.
But not so often, I think.
Very well expressed.
