Borned to Death

         Death the unmarker of things...Death the imprisoned world of endings...Death hides & awaits beyond the gates of slumber. Irrevocable is death's spell...A mutable sign of the conclusion holding your personal demise. Released the composition of nocturnal silence...Songless dirge of hush chanting tones that belongs to the loneliness of winter's icy breeze. Cold snapping wind's of January, the death march heard above the downpour rain...Cry of the million lost souls before you who crossed over this threshold. Life latches the gate behind us...Wandering on a footpath of the beyond & unknown. Unsettled thoughts & anxiety may arrive on our nebulous ideas of what is waiting on the other side. Vehement utterance of the voice repeats steadily in your head. For your answers of life's test questions have come to greet you. Since the day of your birth...Death is your calling...Death endings of all pains...Death your freedom...Death acknowledges your patiences of life's uncertainties & how you accompanied it's course of learning tactics. Poignant pain is the true cry of wanted suicide. For the Man of sin...For the Men of mayhem...For the chaos of screaming riot of crowds...For the arrogant rich...Selfish, self-center, their stage of vain & horrid fetishes off filling their ugly desires. Silver spoon was born from old east coast money. Always a child that never plays right the unbalance scheme of dire consequences. A king's crown of jeweled ignorance, trapped admiring his vision of self...His kingdom, he rules & reigns suffers each day. Entitlement of ego laws paves the pothole road, the poor wander on. The ruling connection of all men is we birth into one self alone, dream alone too & for many die alone. Irony of belittling dry laughs we can all recite nobody really goals towards isolation of desolation. Destruction of life we create for each other...Passed down on generations of cruelty & wickedness of barbaric measures. A lone man dies...Carrion shell of decompose...Skeleton of bones once a life now a life of no more & never will be  again. Time of no starts...Time of no endings...Never to be interrupt...Never to pause or stop...Always the steady echoing beat, the forward march towards tomorrows that cuts like a surgical scalpel...Slice the vein, watch the flow of blood, bubble bath red. Everyone has a date with death...A personal surprise party of goodbyes & farewells. As the low moan of sadness, a howl for all the ghost of forgotten TIME. Lament is the shroud of the snake..Entice & allures thoses easily in the strangulation of a blacken tongue...Hissing evil whispers a pitch fork of piercing, painful words, one can only beg & wish for death. Permanent tattoo like the Jews...A mark that Satan brands man like an animal, while all alone sucking out your soul. Malic is his grinning winning trophy...One is tossed asides like trash to be burnt by the flames in hell. Bodies piled and stacked by the thousands as far as the eye can see...Your body is dead...Your mind says 'QUIT'...Your soul a faint light rapidly going out...Your eye's like a blind man of pitch blackness...Lost & wandering endless towards your fires of sinful ways. No longer a choice...No longer an excuse of how you've grow & changed...No longer your fallacy of long lies of lines, for punishment of pain is no longer pending & dues are paid. A melody no longer sung...A swan song of man's mortality.