A Letter To A Silent Killer Poem by kyvin Nash

I've heard your horrible stories,
How you invade and leave terrible bodies,

You knocked me once, neither did i grant a chance
You left me with scars and haunted memories,

Memories that will feed on my brain as long as I live.
I'm not gonna die of you that's my absolute belief.

For long you shook the world,
took 'em out and cold with your vicious hand,

Day to day you watch me pray,
as if you care but to bring me to my day

Joking and poking in my blissful ignorance,
Uninvited you had me lapse into silence.

In deep dark bed of oblivion and trammel
There I negotiated a deadly turmoil,

Like a sick stomach I couldn't eat
Sick memories of replete

A constant sickly reminder how you aggravates
Now and then after effects still irritates.

Now and then I recall two-zero-one-zero in December,
I'm not gonna die of you, that's for you to remember.

How you crept and tempered with a divine temple,
Episode after episode resilience wasn't simple

There in my assessment,
I could see through your face the resentment.

The disbelief in your shameful salute,
The disbelief how stubborn I stand resolute.

At least now I know your finger is on the pulse,
I'm not gonna die of you and that's my advice.