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Friday, May 8

Death

She torments without mercy;
She disregards color and creed;
She arrives without warning:
And when her trigger sings,
You're lifeless –
Your existence begins to cease.

She hunts without pity;
She destroys like a disease.
She strips away your sanity
As she inflicts with her deeds.

She cares not for the needy,
Nor the humble, or the weak;
She enjoys your cries for mercy
As she destroys your will to be.

She is ruthless; she's never-ending,
No boundaries does she keep:
She comes without a warning,
Carrying vengeance to her feast.

I pray she ends her afflictions,
Her tortures terrorize me.
I pray she ceases her anger:
I am shallow, broken and weak
From the heartache she does bring.

Death by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse