Monday, November 2, 2009

His Fetid Breath

What would you do, if you met him?

As his steps draw closer,
As he gazes into your eyes,
As his lips brushes yours,
As the mere sensation of his fingers
Sends tingles into your innermost soul.

What would you do,

If you met with Death?

What would you wish for?

Money, fast cars, women, alcohol, sex.

Would all those matter?

They mattered during the journey, yet laid down their worthlessness at the end.

Things. Material things.

Have robbed us devoid of any life.

Death is within the physical we spend our life to achieve and obtain.

Think about it.

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