Death sleeps in a tidy corner, some place
I think it is in the deep forests of Romania
Why? Romania
I dunno why but I feel it is peaceful there
the dust is less, the weather is cold and warm at the same time
Why does he get up and knock on the doors that I know
is he the beast because it is permanence he carries
a defined movement to a peaceful exit
No, but he is not the beast nor is he the chilling pause
he is the best there is
as nothing is characterized clear, as he is
why he? it could be a she
It is for the ease of the written word, no more no less
Many a door he came swirling through
and took many a body that I loved beyond
I do seek to know why am I here, still
the departed souls beg to ask
there are not many an hour I seek, but two
and this shall pass without a tear or two
but my heart has been plunged deep
and the succor is long gone
the birds have stopped chirping, the smog has clad a mantle
I bemoan every passing light
There is you but you are just writ in my heart;
to hold a hand, to stare an eye, to snuggle deeper
I seek an apparition of you, and yes, it complies
But death is more precise, there is clarity in the purpose
it's not a spectre or a ghoul
Death or love, longing is the story and my life lingers on....
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