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Discussion with death
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by [Alice-neko ]

2010-06-14  |     | 



Cruel death, will you listen me in your disease?
I barely hope that here are more than zombies,
That in my trying is a fragment from death’s answer
Which melts me… my blood is boiled by its geyser.

I call you again and I beseech you to tell me
The secret of life which you think so funny
I have some question, but in your eyes I freeze
And I scatter myself like the petals of poppies.

I feel you here and I know that it’s my change
You keep secret the meaning of life that’s strange.
Do you want to explain these misunderstandings?
There are only mysteries that bring about burnings.

Death, why do you capture the humans’ soul?
Why are we destined to collapse in a huge hole?
Why are you silent leaving us in deepest despair?
I want an answer, but you look to me without air.

And I’m stopping to breathe, say something!
Therefore all will meet you, but now I’m bleeding
I feel that you can say a word about your mystery
Because, ironically I know only that you are so deadly.

You take every soul mercilessly and hide it
In your abstract world where only you hit
But why don’t you let us breathe without fear?
Why don’t we have the opportunity to live here?

You scare every moment of us with your appearance!
“Annoying creatures, I’m disgusting of your presence,
You don’t deserve a life. Life is dead and you are mines!”

These were last words of death, felt through my veins
The meaning of life are still hidden, and therefore
I can’t have a discussion with death anymore.

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