Guilty
Death holds you closeKissing your hands
Wrapping you with tainted intimacy
Its breath
Cool as the winter you love
As it silently kills the last rays of
Summer
Death leaves a mark on your forehead
Victim
Paint me red
Like the roses that turn
Black with age
As the grandfather clock tolls the
Last hour
Death holds your hand
And tells you to
Let go
The freedom of
Free fall
As you realize
You can't fly
Death caresses your face
Like the tears that have been
Pushed away
But it still brings comfort
And dulls you senses
And the smell of salt
Like the sea
Thick and red
Death falls softly around you
Blanketing you like
The snow
Which makes you
Comfortably numb
As you are stripped and weighed
Guilty
Poetry by Feiyn
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Written on 2006-06-19 at 07:38
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