Selling Death

Selling Death

A Poem by Lana

To sell death you will need:
A bowl full of tears
A sadness that shall pour out of fears
A vestibule of resting markets encroched in pills
A meditation on philosophy 
Talk of the need for mere solid gear 
But to let go of the fear you shall pay money
For a plane with an open door as you free fall
I shall sell you death with a sore bone
And hand you a talisman of gore thoughts you've kept inside your soul
The transaction is complete but you shall want more

© 2025 Lana


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Added on March 30, 2025
Last Updated on March 30, 2025
Tags: love, life, money, death, society, fear