Description: - This poem is bout my fascination with death... I've always been wanting to know... Even tried it once... Wrote this one then... When i came outta the death trip... And in the words of James Douglas Morrison... 'Life is full of pain... With death the pain ends'....
Dying is not difficult...
To live so that we can die is difficult...
We hang on to our last dropp of blood...
The same blood which is contaminated...
In your head, You can find it...
What you seek for...
Yet your heart never wants it...
But death is a gift, which i would die for...
Death my friend, is a step...
The step of a new beginning...
To a very old end...
For it has always been there...
Not seeing it, we pretend...
I see death in my own eyes...
Every time I look into the mirror...
It smiles at me...
Welcoming me to embrace it...
But i don't know why I'm still here...
Looking at death everyday...
It seems, Both life and death are in me...
Because I'm living for death...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very powerful write........jude.....superb