It gave me this buzz
It's hard to explain...
It was a subtle but
Harsh kind of pain...
I don't really know
Why I let it transpire
But next thing I knew
My mind was on fire
Ah the wonderful feeling
The buzz it was gone
And all I was left with was
Feeling so wrong.
Death, death spoke to me
On that fatal day
I still remember
The words he said:
Who dare compose
This dangerous blend
This proxy for
A happy end
Thy transcendence
Cannot be framed
Thy containment
Cannot be blamed
For thy can touch
The face of liberty
Brushed by
Serendipity
Though only veins
Held you apart
Your path leads right
Into thy heart

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Never Catch Me
PuisiA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15