Traveling
I have traveled through this laberynth of misery known as life,It has shown me nothing but pain and despair.
My first experiance with death came at the ripe old age of 15
I discovered the life less shell of my father.
He lay naked on his bed with a ribbon of pink vomit streaming
Streaming down his chest, then I knew he was at rest.
This life is all for naught if there is no immortality,
My critics may disagree to this thought alas they know life.
They do not understand how the grim spectre of death yeilds,
Its power over mere mortals they think that life goes on.
They are wrong, so very wrong.
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