as your breath grows hollow and thin <br />the hand ticks the circuit of death <br />awaiting the moment you leave in sin <br />a life not yet forgiven <br />all you leave behind, <br />is as futile as the dust of your mind <br />fantasies dreamed as a child <br />given up for a life in the wild <br />where man eats man <br />and none is reconciled <br />as the sweat trickles off your head <br />fears of what it means to be dead <br />you lose control of your arms legs and hand <br />you let your world blow away around you <br />you no longer want to demand, you no longer stand <br />nevermore will you beg to rewind <br />the beauty of death...is that you are no longer blind<br /><br />Wandering Scarlet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-of-death/
