Saturday, August 2012
Death rings the doorbell to my abode
As I lay under the sheets of paralysis
My pulse wavers like a hidden code
Transmitting a message asking me stop
A fire erupts somewhere near
Signaling the birth of a disaster unnamed
I hear the deafening roar of flames in my ears
A message worth listening to
A stop sign blasts as the earth shifts
In and about my pulse is a blundering mass destruction
My breathing needs marginal resuscitation
As I hear the word hang above my head now, like a potent poison
Known as Death.
>>k.l
