The only goal of Life,
is to make it to Death.
They have a love that destroys and creates.
Life wishes only to be with Death,
ending creation over and over and over.
But Death,
Death can't handle the sight.
Life's breathless body hanging,
slashed,
bloodied and bruised.
So Death gives it back,
all of Life's gifts and attempts to be together,
just so that Death can see them awake,
alive.
It's a tug and pull,
push and shove,
back and forth battle over all eternity.
For one wants to give everything up,
while the other wishes the price could be different.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
