Death Beckons
cant sleep....
not tonight....
nor any other night for that matter........
she beckons to me......
death......
from the corner in my room
opposite me
.......
i watch and i recall
every other night......
.......
when she beckoned to me....
..........
but i dare not follow her
......
she beckons
.....
..
i take a walk
here at night
with nothing but the moon
and her illuminant body
to guide me
...............
my thoughts of them
conquering my mind
and piling to no end......
.......
then suddenly.....
they are gone......
up ahead......
..........
death beckons.....
.........
from a fork in the road..
.........
she seems to point
to the road in the left.....
.........
labeled "death"
and the other "life"
.........
she beckons....
........
i turn around
with death to my back
and smirk and laugh
to know that death
cannot and will not
ever have me.......
.......
cheat if i have to
.........
my time is far from over.....
.......
i walk......
.........
she beckons.....
.........
i keep walking.....
........
she beckons....
.........
and at the dead of night
when the moon hid......
...........
death beckoned....
......
no more......
......
...
by
Mangekyoposted on 04/01/2008
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