Come for me, Death
By SilentHeart
He is a disease – an epidemic of fear, hate, and peace.
The cold tongue of Death tickles the ears of the unsuspecting, the innocent,
the brave,
Taunting, teasing, tearing at the walls surrounding the souls clinging
to Life.
Tall and foreboding, his scythe leaves dark stains of agony and torment
along the ground,
Cries of despair and pain are the sound his footsteps make.
Look upon him and you’ll see only his smile as he cloaks the world in
fright.
Fading out the echoes of false hopes and broken dreams,
He lets them rest long enough for them to feel safe before he strikes again.
A tombstone covered in rotting leaves and moldy flowers,
Death grins as more become his.
He comes for me and I decide to go willingly, moving towards the scythe
before him.
I place my hand in his bone-cold grasp,
And let him lead me away into his world of silence.
Perhaps I should be afraid, isn’t that what most living souls would be?
But how could I, when I knocked on Death’s door?
Now that I’ve walked away from Life,
Six feet under, I’ve found the sleep I’ve waited so long for.
The screams and pains that Life once offered,
are fading fast into a world I never really knew.
Thank you, Death, you have given me life,
Now I must rest in peace, embraced by what they call suicide.
Comments on "Come for me, Death"
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On Monday, April 14, 2014, haunted
(850) wrote:
this is really cool, I always like how people interpret the angel of death. most see him as a killer of sorts, but few see him as the saddest angel of all. dealing in death everyday, every hour, every minute. he is there to take you to your final destination. but I like your take on it and I like how you threw the suicide card in it, and that last stanza in particular really sums it up almost like you beat him to the punch. I really liked it, its a great pen. awesome!