By the end of this poem you will love death <br />because death is a figure of speech <br />as heaven and hell <br />to all that believe <br />they will be deceived <br /> <br />By the end of this stanza you will love death <br />you don't see death <br />he sees you <br />and who am I to say he? <br />he, she I don't know <br /> <br />My the end of this line you will love death <br />Death is your friend <br />when you are tired and sad <br />you can summon him <br />with the flick of a knife <br /> <br />by the end of this word you will love death <br />death is beautiful <br />don't deal with the pain <br />don't deny the beauty <br />don't sacrifice your life to living <br />something so insignificant <br />your ego will kill your pride <br /> <br />Now comes the truth <br />it was coming all along <br />Now at the end of this poem <br /> <br />...You love death<br /><br />Lady Viola Of The Grave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-end-of-this/
