My Death Will Rise
my death will rise from the river
gnashing fangs of putridity
scaled horror of the deep
a monster in my sleep
to harrow and forsake me
melt the marrow from my bones
stake my heart and rape me
within my essence lies a spirit
a web of illusion
an unsolid state of trust
that i must dust with fervor
or my death will flow like a tumor
deep in my lungs
filling up my flesh caverns
and smothering my tongue
i will not shout, nor cry for help
my death is here to take me out
away from this world
and its optical delusions
my river demon of bloodless confusions
the death that awaits, abides, and decides
ready or not
i can either laugh or hide
face his visage with worldly eyes
and let the blood drip from what lies
indeed, proceed
as dust before me
as clouds in the sky,
satan cannot take what lives inside
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