Death Poetry.
By Bill.
Your Eyes Flutter.
The sound of terror warps your ears into insanity.
The power of the wind dries your throat.
Cold seeps in.
Every single breath
A blessing and a curse.
Providing the vital essence to live
But yet
White hot pain slices into the flesh.
The mind.
Everlasting pain; suffering resides.
The mind at last, Shaken
Then broken.
The body starts to fade
And all is stripped away.
At last
The rusty gates
Holding the soul
The pain
Open.
Such is the fate of those who live
The inevitable finality. The eventuality.
Life is a song.
Death, is a poem.