We wonder so often,
at how we will die -
dancing underwater in the ocean,
kissing the electricity that blooms from the sky,
flirting with the flames that grow from Hell,
holding hands with the icy grip of winter,
or slowly,
at peace with the world.
With a
boom,
bang,
crunch,
crash,
scream,
or silently.
And we wonder when we will die,
asking if we would be content
in letting Death love us completely
in this moment
or if we would beg
to stay just a few sweet seconds
as we say our goodbyes
to whom we have an affair with, Life.
And then we wonder
if we could ever be content with Death -
if we could ever have a second chance
what would life again cost?
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Folie à Deux
PoetryMidnight poetry from the darkness in my mind and clawing in my heart, quickly scribbled before they're lost to the eternity of time. [Highest achievement is #79 in Poetry (30/5/16.) This is a massive achievement to me and I'd like to thank everyone...
