Dear?

Do you smell that?

Hear that?

Feel that?

Dear?

Can you see it coming near?

Now Now, don't cry

Let me wipe that tear from your eye

Don't weep for me, not for my demise

Do you smell that?

Hear that?

Feel that?

Dear?

Can you see it coming near?

I told you

I did

I warned you

I did

Of the problems surrounding my always cloudy skies

Of that day that I would meet, my untimely demise

Do you smell that?

Hear that?

Feel that?

Dear?

Can you see it coming near?

Far too young

Yet far too old

The timepiece seems to slow

I told you about that rusty old thing

That the day it stops so would the beating

Do you smell that?

Hear that?

Feel that?

Dear?

Can you see it coming near?

Ah Death

It comes

It stops

It laughs

Maybe not?

But 

Do you hear smell that?

Hear that?

Feel that?

Dear?

Can you see it coming near?

Ah, yes.

Now I see

My good old friend, finally here for me

And so I walk

Hand in hand

With good old death

Out of this land

Do you smell that?

Hear that?

Feel that?

Dear?

Can you see it coming near?

Reviews

[Hailey]

very nice, i like the variation throughout the poem, the repetition of the lines and words were used well, well written and interesting overall.

[apocalypse]

morosely honest..flows really easily.. good write.

[Jonathan]

o3o... cool... i likes it... its dark... i admire the dark and demented... next time make it gory!!! lol