beautiful death

beautiful death

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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04/2012

"
Oh beautiful death..
How I yearn to feel the numbing
cold that gathers at your
fingertips, brushing my feverish
skin. Quieting the painful thoughts
that eat at my mind.

Oh beautiful death..
I will remove the salt from my
doors so that you may enter
freely and grant my most  

honest request. I want
to die.

Oh beautiful death..
I am so tired. I willingly open
my heart to you.
May your darkness grow within
me so that I can choke out
all hope.

Oh beautiful death..
Bring me to my knees in prayer
for your swift coming.
Hear my cries of salvation from
the slavery of a lifetime of feeling
the hurt that surrounds me.

Oh beautiful death..
Snuff the fire from my eyes and fill
them with your blank stare.
Take away my mobility for the comfort
of being froze within your
icy embrace.

Oh beautiful death..
Wash over me and still my already labored
breath. Speed through my
veins and overcome all sources of
this cursed life. Replace my containment
with your blessed void.

© 2012 joshua deathdealer


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A powerful poem. Remind me of the old story of old. People in mourning would wish for death over life. Nice flow of thoughts in the poem. I believe if you don't like the place you are at. Move and find a place you are content. Death is a death-end street. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I loved this poem. I missed reading your writing. This was a great write. I think a beautiful death is a way for everyone to go. I mean sometimes people die in an ugly way. I mean it should be more peaceful if they are suffering. I thought you did well on this. It's going into my favorites. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A powerful poem. Remind me of the old story of old. People in mourning would wish for death over life. Nice flow of thoughts in the poem. I believe if you don't like the place you are at. Move and find a place you are content. Death is a death-end street. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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