Tuesday, October 02, 2007

And Now For Something Completely Different

Have you ever wondered
Lying in bed late at night
What your death would be like?
Would it come in soft whispers
Gently lulling you to sleep
Or will it be a violent affair
Tearing away the soul from your mangled remains
Would you ride out amid cries of glory
To meet the old enemy in glorious battle
Or will you surrender meekly, waiting
For the worms to ravage the spoils of victory
While you slip away beneath the folds
And into oblivion

What's that now, you haven't? Well, neither have I. What kind of psychopathic, self-hating misanthrope do you think I am anyway? Seriously.


At October 4, 2007 at 4:16 PM, Blogger Sarat said...

... The "psychopathic, self-hating misanthrope" kind.

At October 16, 2007 at 1:13 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

this writing reminds me of George Carlin.


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