Death Comes Softly

Sweet peace and passion wracked with the ach of desire..... Please just comment
Creeping, Crawing
Towards the heart
Tearing, ripping
Apart
Unseen, unthreatering
Until the last
until all hope is pasted.

Still as the frozen whiteness
Before an Avalanche
Sleek as a barracuda
Slicing through the ocean,

Sweet as peach
Steeped in poison
Wrapped in a dream
Of sweet peace and passion
Wrack with the ach of desire

That’s how life's fire
Is quenched
unexpectedly, inexplicable

For death comes softly...

By manda prosser
Published: 7/8/2008
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