death taunts you, it shouldn't <br />but it does <br />right out of your reach. <br />reaching out too the orb <br />you do, too one dropp. <br />death struggles to watch <br />you as it's one milky white <br />stands near you. <br />your struggle only intensifys <br />as you reach out <br />too the hardness you feel inside <br />but it's not. <br />that one milky dropp just out of <br />your reach <br />and you start too a little, as one hand. <br />deaths assistant your shadow comes <br />around and tightens your strap <br />once more and hearing you gasp. <br />raspy of breath death grows excited. <br />your shadow comes back around <br />and between, <br />your lips as you watch again it is not. <br />deaths shadow on the wall grows and grows. <br />and in between the curtain it is soft and.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dignity-in-death/
