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To Death
My love in many forms, what are you doing?
Is it always I that stays waiting?
Is your hate so much?
Only meeting you, at your door.
When will you come? Take a walk with me.
So afraid of the light. Always afraid of the light.
How acostume of the dark have you become?
Or is it I you grew out?
Mon amore, porquoi? Mon noir petit mort couer.
Conspiring? My foes you bed, all because why?
Anger and yet I love you, why? Such toxic love.
Life and Death. A weird fucking dance.
To be or not to be, they say. t's hard to say.
Always on opposite sides, due to our nature, and I can't be mad.
I just laugh and then it pours down.
The "Devil" says "Hi.". But I think you are confused.
I believe the real Devil was I.
-J.J.
P.S.
Have you forgotten, has Life been that good to you?
Harsh, but honest inquiry.
Mad because of our design, careful was never part of our nature.
If not would we be Life and Death??
The many responsibilities we hold. At times fighting.
"Let go." you say. I can't. Did you forget, I'm Life.
Stubborn is in our code.
Life and Death.
Do you hear that?
...
A beginning and an ending.
All rolled up in one. In the end, always faithfully returning to you.
When do you come to me, but not for me?
