Sep 15, 2008
Death offers up its sweet nectar like a virgin on her wedding night.
Painful at first and then mmm you start to feel the pleasure Letting it consume you, all of you.
Death wraps its arm around you holding you tight
Taking away the fear and the pain
Telling you that it is ok, let yourself go
Then finally you climax
With your final breath
You are free
Oh death you are sweet
I wrote this when I very depressed. I had just tried to kill myself because I could not except my past. The hurt was so great that death seemed to be my only way out. I was happy about having an option.But it was never truly and option.I just wanted the pain to stop.I wanted to stop thinking, stop thinking about everything and everyone. This poem takes something that is suppose to be one of the most special things in life and compares it to one of the worst things in life. The pain of someone taking something so special and making it so awful.