Death

Here's a poem that I wrote ten years ago. I gather I was envisioning death. I came in touch with my mortality back then. The things I saw and the places I put myself were not always conducive to living. Ironically I shielded those that I cared for from these horrid things so many people in my life have no clue the depths I fell to or how pleased I am that I even survived.

Blue motion, green ripplin'

the world moving in sync

Left and right, up and down

all around, running in circles, never ending

Lifes cruel laugh in pale faces

Screaming agony from deep within

Hearts shackled with no key

Darkness creeping ever closer

Cold hands touching flesh

Rotten stench laying its ugly head to rest

Rising chest for the last time
In hot breath out with none