Death
Outstretched hand, grey as deathsmell of decay, pestilences' breathClouded eyes, no longer seeingPierce into my inner beingHe looks at me, his gaze unbreakingI cannot move, my legs are shakingHe is death, here to put me to restApparently I had failed the testBut I still couldn't believe that I was deadMaybe it's a dream, am I still in bed?But his cold touch ended my thinkingAs I followed blindly, my consciousness sinkingDown to Hades where my soul will stayBecause I failed to fight my demons away.I wonder if death likes to play basketball. Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 08:32 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Outstretched hand, grey as deathsmell of decay, pestilences' breathClouded eyes, no longer seeingPierce into my inner beingHe looks at me, his gaze unbreakingI cannot move, my legs are shakingHe is death, here to put me to restApparently I had failed the testBut I still couldn't believe that I was deadMaybe it's a dream, am I still in bed?But his cold touch ended my thinkingAs I followed blindly, my consciousness sinkingDown to Hades where my soul will stayBecause I failed to fight my demons away.I wonder if death likes to play basketball...."