Dearest DeathA Poem by Khaotic KatastropheDearest Death, It’s been a while. Your visit expected though not wanted. What form will you take this time? How will you try to take my life? Are you the knife in my hand? Are you going to try to talk me into cutting my skin? Do you want to see my crimson blood run black? Dearest Death, Are you my pills? Sitting so alluring on my bed. Do you want to see my body turn blue? Dearest Death, Are you my anger, my sadness, my hurt, my pain? Do you want to try and pull me in? Make me isolate myself until it kills me. Make my depression swallow me whole. Do you simply want to see me suffering? Dearest Death, You’ve made everyone think I’m going insane. They want to “help me” Unfortunately, Because of you they can’t. My Dearest Death, Go ahead and try to take my hand. Your visit much expected, though, not wanted won’t last long. © 2010 Khaotic KatastropheAuthor's Note
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