zaraphel

To sleep perchance to dream
2002-12-14 22:59:18 (UTC)

death in a handbasket

She calls

She calls to me sweetly,

I hear her sometimes,

When it's too heavy and I can't take the weight ,

She is there speaking softly,

Let it go and I will envelop you in the deep black night,

She beckons for me to follow her into that cold tomb,

She waits and watches,

When I am full of Joy she is bitter and eager,

But when I am at the depths of despari,

She is there smiling and ready with a welcome embrace.

I think about her sometimes and what it would be like ,

That sweet embrace.

This hot and hurtful place full of starving bodies and

starving minds, begging her to take them in.

She refuses, but for me she is always ready to open the

door and embrace me.




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