Death Poetry.

By Bill.

Your Eyes Flutter.

The sound of terror warps your ears into insanity.

The power of the wind dries your throat.

Cold seeps in.

Every single breath

A blessing and a curse.

Providing the vital essence to live

But yet

White hot pain slices into the flesh.

The mind.

Everlasting pain; suffering resides.

The mind at last, Shaken

Then broken.

The body starts to fade

And all is stripped away.

At last

The rusty gates

Holding the soul

The pain

Open.

Such is the fate of those who live

The inevitable finality. The eventuality.

Life is a song.

Death, is a poem.