What's the point in titles?

by Matt   Feb 16, 2005


Dying
Fading away
No-one ever returns
We queue up to jump off the cliff
Lemmings?

Living
Fading away
No-one ever remains
We're queueing to jump off the cliff
Lemmings?

Life. Death.
Living. Dying.
Is there an 'ing' for death.
You're here, then gone - no in-between
So long.

Dying.
We're all at it.
It's our shared addiction.
Living is dying. Understand?
Goodbye.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments