Sunday, March 14, 2010

In the Arms of Death

Death is not coming, it's presently here
It has my possession
I will reap your soul with my touch
Walk beside me as you leave this world
No coldness or light will be
I will collect you, no evasion
You feel me in familiarity
Comfort in your quintessence
All names are to be written
Time will perish into dust
Living among you, waiting for Heaven
Don't fear me, adore me with your blight
Rest your harmony below the canvas
Love exists here, collapsing in enchantment
Loneliness ceases to hold you
I will not leave you, until you leave me
Happiness is subsequent, in the arms of death.


  1. Thank you for sharing your writing. I like reading it.

  2. You weave a delightful web of words, tinged with both reality and fantasy. I enjoyed this one... hmmm... enjoying death? Well, you know!