Loveofdeath Stories

Death Do us part? I don't think so!

This a poem of the symbolical meaning of Death is the beginning of New Life

Society is lost. Stuck on a moral sense of right and wrong that is impossible to explain. A sense that only slows us down, a sense that doesn't allow us to rise to our full potential. We are stuck in a continuous hole. A hole I got out of. If you read on you will learn how. But what you need to remember is if you read my story you need to forget everything you were ever told or believed. The only way to read my story is to be completely blank. If you think you can't do this, if you think you will only criticize all I say than don't read on. My story is not for the faint of heart. Or the disbelievers. But whatever you chose remember this, you will leave different then when you came.