Death Is Crying

The cloud of dust slowly settles,
And his hand returns to it's side.
The rose is new and beautiful,
In contrast to the old of the one who died.

The skies quickly open up,
The graveyard is empty of any peers.
His heart is twisted in a rage of pain,
As the heavens slowly cry their tears.

Death is Crying.
Those his tears you cannot see.
They're deep inside his tortured soul,
Hidden away from you and me.

Death is a lonely person,
Has no one for a friend.
Only called on when someone's dying,
To bring about their end.

He's seen all the reactions,
And he's heard the same old tale.
From souls who don't understand him,
Trying to run from hell.

But Death is not a demon,
He's a friend in time of need.
He's just the one who ends the pain,
A sad and thankless deed.

With Equescent Thoughts,
FroznChild

DEATH can be a beautiful thing as well!

flippin well done man.


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I have done plenty of crying this week....That was beautiful!!!

grim reapers

Good write on death!

Awesome way to put it

lol... totally stoked that ya'all liked it... keep an eye out for, "The Last Suicide"... coming soon to a post near you.

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild