Monday, June 8, 2009

Death Screams - Poem

were it not for your screams, I would not hear your pain
crying not for me, but for someone who does care
ask not why I do not rush to your aide
a slow death becomes you

no one can see you due to your soulessness
deserving of nothing yet receiving everything
caution is thrown into the sea
down beneath your feet

allow others to see you open
close your mind to the hate you possess
life is available to you
embrace it before you die





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