The fallacy of my insidious ways
gave me the revelation alone,
I have become a stark raving mad lunatic
with a malcontent of diligence.
I hate you Death and your putrid ways,
the myriad of feelings the amass
and undulate with in the resistance
of the quagmire of doubt.
The resistance of the opaque colors
give the diligence of the oubliette,
the resilience of time that is intrinsic
revelation full wishing to atone.
The morass of the malcontent
hides amongst those who sell the life
which is now become a part of the
fallacy of death.
Morass with hatred, diligence of time,
soon the kiss of death will be upon us,
life is just a beginning
death is suppose to be an end.
But hatred is the purest form of it all,
dark turns to light then turns back again,
life turns to death, death turns to life,
but can we love it NO we hate it.
Come back with me death for I know you are there
I hate you because you will not embrace me,
I hate life because it will not release me,
time has suddenly stood still.
How I long to see that coffin,
the one that will enfold me in its tender embrace,
lowered into the ground,
safe in the bosom of Death.
Your putrid smell is all
of life's hold upon the soul
makes me hate the world
which cannot hold you dear.
Death's embrace holds us
in it's morbid grip,
the two of them take us to the inevitable end
which no longer holds us close.
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