Death Needs To Be Murdered......Allow Me Please!
Updated on November 23, 2009
Death is a pest-
a pest-ilence
a reminder daily that
he is in control.
In the long run
he will win
any red mark
or a lump
and Death
chuckles in your ear.
Any sharp pain
or labored breathing
and he whistles
from your lungs.
A close call
the squeal of brakes
and he's in your
rear view mirror
waving like a fiend.
He stands in the dark
while you sleep
lest you dream of falling
and actually hit the ground,
he will catch you
in his dark earth arms
and enfold you there
forevermore.
He has taken so many
from me and he
is always
a burglar of the souls
I cherish.
Some are on his list
right now
others just passed.
I would kill death
oh, so slowly,
rotting his flesh
in a cancer ward,
while burning small
parts of his body.
perhaps at first putting
his testicles in a vice
and closing it one eighth
of an inch each day...
while I fill his
screaming mouth
with worms.
Oh. to just have the ability
to murder death,
to reverse the process ,
and save the world
from his endless
bone picking madness.
He is behind me even now
reading over my shoulder
if he taps me I'm a goner
screw him I'm typing
and I will go..on foreve.........................
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arrrgghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
MFB III
R.I.P.
2009