Monday, January 11, 2010


That all things must have an ending...
let us hope for one as violent as birth.
As shocking as the first breath.
My obsession with death...
and the hunger that never ceases.

I must see an end.
And it's as fatal as it is to live without love.
The soon familiar dying breath...
the petals wilt in the sun...
and the rotting fruit is ready to bury its seed.

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