By the end of this...

By the end of this poem you will love death
because death is a figure of speech
as heaven and hell
to all that believe
they will be deceived

By the end of this stanza you will love death
you don't see death
he sees you
and who am I to say he?
he, she I don't know

My the end of this line you will love death
Death is your friend
when you are tired and sad
you can summon him
with the flick of a knife

by the end of this word you will love death
death is beautiful
don't deal with the pain
don't deny the beauty
don't sacrifice your life to living
something so insignificant
your ego will kill your pride

Now comes the truth
it was coming all along
Now at the end of this poem

...You love death

poem by Lady Viola Of The Grave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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