Death is to enter into a void of concious eternal darkness.

With -Death- there is no doorway into the light.

-Death- creeps in when all is silent,

bringing noise into thee light,

to let us know who's in control,

we all should follow all that's right.

-Death- sets in and brings the night.

-Death- is sweetness,

-Death- is bitter,

For you what one will -Death- be.

-Death- is in the vortex of the living,



-Deaths- imprisoned.

With -Deaths- dutys wisdom plys,

Under -Deaths- pitch black appearance,

that's where this world of wisdom lye's.

To see the begginning, to see the end,

to look into -Deaths- charcole eye's.

Noone's ever seen -Deaths- eye's.

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ExoticHippieQueen 5 years ago

That's deep stuff, Matthew. Up close and personal with Mr.Death. I love it. Voted up and awesome.

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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

Good poem that left with a creepy feeling

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