Hello Death

All of them sweet little lambs end up as deaf stray dogs Chasing their tails tirelessly barking up the wrong tree Living in fear to leave in fear pissing their dens, whining holy hymns Hello death I'm back No place like home Grave sweet grave Inquisitive philosophers Influencers and followers Fat bishops and their golden rings Skinny thieves with all gold teeth Bridges, churches and dollhouses Emptiness swallows everything Hello death I'm back No place like home Grave sweet grave Moth fluttering around the candle loves light but fears the heat and yet the flame is inevitable You can run but you can't hide You can pray but why waste time You're born, you blink and then you die I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat*. *Joseph Conrad – Heart of Darkness

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 07, 2025