Thursday, November 11, 2010

Death Becomes Me

I will hang on to this bitterness like a new best friend
I will drag it with me throughout my long life
I will let it cut me, pierce me, devour me
I will let it mould me, shape me, envelope me

I will hold it when I'm cold
Drink it when I'm empty
Love it when I'm angry
Sleep in it's prickly bed

I will grow old & let it follow me
I'll build a house so it can live with me
I'll break my back so I can carry it
I'll reach the end & I will hate it
It will churn in my stomach & make me eternally ill

It will define me & complete me & end me

then........I will die

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