Born to Die

I may have stolen the title from Lana Del Ray, but the poem is nothing like her work.

"Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man."

          - Homer, "The Odyssey"

 

 

Silk wraps its gentle arms

Over closed eyes,

The most deafening silence

Splits both ears,

Slithering molten lead

Fills corroded veins

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Broken integrity

Denigrated character

Forgotten honor

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Transient commitments

Empty grey feelings

Impotent regrets

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A being sanctified, consecrated,

Born to die

 

Author's Note

Again, I am not agnostic or an atheist. The last couple of lines are merely metaphorical. Thanks! Honesty is always appreciated.