Death is immortal... <br />It slowly eats away at you like a plague, <br />dissolving all that is good like acid. <br />From the moment you open your eyes you're nailed with a tag, <br />it dares not to nag as it has already marked you. <br />Staulks you wherever you go, <br />fading out of sight whenever you turn to see, <br />whether somethings been following you and what it would be. <br /> <br />It burns in the heart... <br />continuesly firing bullets of pain, <br />very often loved ones are caught in the line of fire. <br />There is little gain included, <br />with the fierceness of its reign. <br />It kills those affected within, <br />tearing away the goodness of life, <br />making you think of your every sin, <br />forcing you to think of where you are and where you've been. <br /> <br />Death is like a disease... <br />it strikes like a preditor, <br />waiting for its meal. <br />drawing sad faces around, <br />strengthening its grip and then pulling you down. <br />Eventually everyone is giving up the fight, <br />debating over what's wrong or right. <br />Offering it the chance to get a better grip, <br />Then, Death pulls with all its might! <br /> <br />** The previous poem was written on January 4th,2007 **<br /><br />Peter Cloutier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-101/
