Breath Of Death
I
churn the putrid bowel's of black nothing.
My guts spew the vulgar obscenities
of life.
I am the heartless illusionist
and deciever,
The lier of love who will have you heaving
from the stink and decay of yours.
I AM murder, sickness, starvation, old age
and MISTAKE!
I am Breath of Death.
My name since the beginning of time.
YOU,
with your strong, healthy form and intelligent mind,
you weep
sob and wail!
Whine, "Feel sorry for me! No one
loves me!
No one understands me! I want
to die!"
Foolish child.
You do not want suicide!
You just want the pain to go away.
Give yourself a chance, suicide is not
your fate.
Do you think that Death understands?
SENSELESS.
I have not come for you!
Do not push yourself upon me.
You are you for a reason,
a purpose.
You are not abandoned by
your own.
Open your eyes, there are many worse off
than you!
See the crushed, broken, deformed and burned.
Other's who have nothing but the stinking, rotting
clothes on their backs.
STARVING.
SICK.
Many who kick and fight me with all of their heart and soul
to live.
I take them with my Breath of Death.
Be brave! Challenge me! Help them or grieve and mourn for
those that I take.
Life is dangerous and chancy, hazardous
and risky.
It is also an amazing adventure, made just for you!
LIVE!
Do not push yourself upon me.
You do not want to know me.
You are not welcome here, it is not
your time.
I will let you know when!
"Not now, it is to soon!" You will plead years from now.
We will meet only once.
I make no returns, there are no dress rehearsal's and
no round trips.
THINK.
Where will you go after suicide? You do not know and
I do not tell!
Perhaps I am a thousand times worse than where
you are now.
You do not want death!
When I am ready and only when I am ready,
I will come for you!
You will have,
your Breath of Death.
Dusty
January 1, 2009
churn the putrid bowel's of black nothing.
My guts spew the vulgar obscenities
of life.
I am the heartless illusionist
and deciever,
The lier of love who will have you heaving
from the stink and decay of yours.
I AM murder, sickness, starvation, old age
and MISTAKE!
I am Breath of Death.
My name since the beginning of time.
YOU,
with your strong, healthy form and intelligent mind,
you weep
sob and wail!
Whine, "Feel sorry for me! No one
loves me!
No one understands me! I want
to die!"
Foolish child.
You do not want suicide!
You just want the pain to go away.
Give yourself a chance, suicide is not
your fate.
Do you think that Death understands?
SENSELESS.
I have not come for you!
Do not push yourself upon me.
You are you for a reason,
a purpose.
You are not abandoned by
your own.
Open your eyes, there are many worse off
than you!
See the crushed, broken, deformed and burned.
Other's who have nothing but the stinking, rotting
clothes on their backs.
STARVING.
SICK.
Many who kick and fight me with all of their heart and soul
to live.
I take them with my Breath of Death.
Be brave! Challenge me! Help them or grieve and mourn for
those that I take.
Life is dangerous and chancy, hazardous
and risky.
It is also an amazing adventure, made just for you!
LIVE!
Do not push yourself upon me.
You do not want to know me.
You are not welcome here, it is not
your time.
I will let you know when!
"Not now, it is to soon!" You will plead years from now.
We will meet only once.
I make no returns, there are no dress rehearsal's and
no round trips.
THINK.
Where will you go after suicide? You do not know and
I do not tell!
Perhaps I am a thousand times worse than where
you are now.
You do not want death!
When I am ready and only when I am ready,
I will come for you!
You will have,
your Breath of Death.
Dusty
January 1, 2009
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