~this image is to represent possibly triggering pages. take care of yourself as you look through these pages ~Death (Part Deux)
Death is grabbing me by the handPulling me closer and closer
To the unrelentless door of Hell.
Death is whispering words of dying
Of not living on this world anymore
To myself and others around me.
Death is telling me to run
Jump the bridge
And never see another day.
Death is right,
Nothing I do can satisfy others
And give me a smile on my face.
Death is always with me
Smiling over me
Waiting for my next wrong move.
August 1999