Many words written of death...
Warning: This isn't a poem,
just a really lengthy piece of word vomit...
Crimson blood seeping
Through the walls, of a frail heart...
In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...
Everybody loves their life
While I hate mine...
and on the last day,
our very last day...
I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...
I weep now, for longing;
I sob for another night of mental unrest...
I miss the comfort that your presence brings
When nothing else would, and everything else...
The windows have been rattling
in my nightmares for two months now...
In the twilight of existence, when shadows start...
Upon the canvas of life, Death gently comes to...
Faced with mortality, we are all consumed
By a creeping sense of dread, a fear unassuaged...