Saturday, November 21, 2009

death will succeed

As my chest rises your breath falls
My life is your death.
My beating heart kills you.
Is there no way for the both of us to win,
To live?
Its a fight that we both know is hopeless
yet somehow, somewhere deep within us we still push forward.
Death moves back and forth between the two of us.
Maybe perhaps he'll just give up.
The struggle will soon exhaust us.
That my friend will be the day death will over come.
The day death will succeed