tea with the devil

When people get tired with life
They often turn to Death
But Death is a mystery, does not promise to
Send you back to Life
When you get tired with the darkness
in the rooms of Hell
or "God" keeps you waiting
at the gates of Heaven.

 

To choose Death
You must be brave
You must be sure you never want to face Life anymore
But perhaps, who knows, Death is a friendly host
And Hell; an endless tea party with the Devil. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of my first poems in English.

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allets's picture

Maybe

Death stands

between heaven

and hell

and spits pumpkin

seeds at those

who refuse

to believe

in his inevitable

nature.

 

~~A~~

03-01--13


 

 

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Interesting!

Interesting!