Death of death

April 8, 2013 § Leave a comment

Death is certainty

and sureness’ in always in doubt.


Worse than death

Is the death of your certainty.


When you feel perished

But you’re not;

And there’s no heartbeat

Though you can easily breathe.


In a pit somewhere

The limbo hole

Can’t look down

Can’t look up

If you’re flying or falling

No one possibly knows

There’s no foward

and there’s no back.


You’re part of an eternal loop –

A loop of yourself.


And you’re lost

In the vines of your mind.


I hope someday you can at ease rest.


In the endless pit

we feel the lack

No sorrow –

And certainly no faith.

The songless pit

is the death of death.


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