DEATH

I feel the warmth upon me...
It surrounds and embraces me.....
Someday I will let go and fall into your arms....
I will soon be held by the one that truly loves me....
The only one that will not lie to me, that will wait for me,
that will make time for me,
that will not judge me for how I look,
and will not condemn me for what I believe or what I do not.....
I am timid to let it touch me, but know it will accept me like no other.....
And so I shall love thee.....
Death I know that when it is time.....
You will set me free.

THE TASTE OF DEATH

The taste of salt is the pinch of life,
The sweetness of sugar, the wine of life
But the taste of Cyanide is death,
What if it were sweeter than sugar?

What if Cyanide tasted soar?
Death sentence is sure.
What if it tasted bitter?
The verdict is clear.

But the world hath a strange mind,
It is after the taste of death.
It doesn’t search the fountains of life
It doesn’t enrich her creative hours.

When the nature of Cobra is known,
Who may wish forfeiting his life?
If the taste of life is bitter
Can the sweetness of poison make it better?