As I hold in my left palm the falling sun <br />and in my right, <br />...you, <br />I borrow days from someone willing to die <br />for his love, and mine. <br /> <br />Curiously, he seems to recognise my face, <br />and with alcohol bathed lips he says: <br />'Here you go, you'll need them more than I do.' <br /> <br />And then jumps into the grave he bought himself, <br />from an internet site. <br />Who the hell does that? <br />I swear a can't understand these people, <br />buying coffins, and stones with their names engraved. <br /> <br />To hell with them all! I SAY <br />He who prepares for death, <br />is already dead, and <br />those that dug their own graves, <br />are not brave, but fools. <br /> <br />I'd rather live a thousand years, and go to hell <br />than to live a half life, and end up in heaven. <br />Harps make me mad, anywhay.<br /><br />Junkyard Of Muses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-d-rather-live-than-die/
