Breath Of Death

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    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


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    countrypoet commented on Breath Of Death

    10-12-2009

    Very vivid and descriptive imagery and the most basic truth is revealed: life is a great gift and everyone has a purpose,which they must discover for themselves.This poem is a unique approach to the subject of life and reveals a wise person with a wonderfully positive perspective on life.

    Artist commented on Breath Of Death

    03-23-2009

    Another amazing read. This one really does paint a picture.

    Jordan commented on Breath Of Death

    01-02-2009

    Very well written. I really enjoyed this one!

    drewking commented on Breath Of Death

    01-01-2009

    well Lady! you know what i think.. another AWESOME poem.. you spoke the truth, it gave me chills..

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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