(vol 1: The E.R)
Two minutes to breathe, three to die
"Just let me go" he heaved,
"The pain!, oh the pain" he cried.
And why be it ye long to die?
"I rot in pain, I know not why
But my last breath I ask of thee."
I count not time in hours but seconds
Ye shall come with me in three...
--The little thing by his bed stoped beeping--
Behold thineself oh evil one,
Wipe thine eyes, evil know'th not sympathy
I done no evil deeds than them you done,
I am my Makers purpose, for thy sake
And how doth ye, my con compare
To thine malignant wallow in self pity?
I am that I am, for I choose to be;
What other power hath thee but to life take?
I am my Maker's purpose, who art thou?
A reason for life, my existence create
But thine breath alone of havoc doth reek
And thine eyes are to thine Maker, foul
I expanded my walls and broadened mine gates
As Hell doth with fresh souls seethe
But for thee, my days liken christmas
Bid thine Maker greetings from hell
And thanks for His business.
Copyright © macalurs 2007
9 comments:
This is great stuff (as always), Mack! If you've read a lot of my work eg Ghost, you'll discover this seeming fascination with death [and insanity] -- two of my worst fears so I definitely can identify with this.
nna man ooo I dont know why the fascination. But I've always asked myself "what happens when a philosopher turns poet?" My answer is "John Milton becomes his shrink".
I really enjoyed the concept of your writting(s) on our favorite-- death and life.
I just felt like writting something different, glad you like it.
for anyone that doesn't understand, most part of the conversations therein were of the devil (in red print) and death. Maybe this could shed some more light on it.
You're always making me feel like crying...
Really creative!
Mack... twins or not! this is beautiful!!
mack... ethereal!!
hi mack!
wow!!! i'm impressed!
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