Death is in the flower's heart – <br />Why to cry for life of any petal? <br /> <br />Death in purple ink of weary pens <br />Betrays the written yearnings <br />On her scented paper. <br /> <br />Death is laughing in her cry; <br />Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve. <br /> <br />Death ignores the plight of any purity – <br />He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of <br />What her dewy eye desires, <br />For Death beckoned: <br /> <br />'Embrace the jar! ' <br />And yes, she did – <br />For Death, of course. <br /> <br />After all, no other man would <br />Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss, <br />So Death became her bliss. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide <br />suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide <br />suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide <br />suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-bliss/
