Writing/Death as I desire
< Writing
<poem> O Death, I shall never long for you For it is beneath a man to want you. You are the desire of the suffering, The cry of those who have lost all love—and hatred.
O Death, I shall never long for you, For the thought of you disgusts a man. You are a sentiment born of darkness, Longed for by the weak, the broken.
O Death, shall I long for you? For you are the dilemma of all before me, And of all who will come after me— The ultimate truth I cannot escape.
O Death, shall I long for you? I neither accept you, nor deny you. I am entangled and trapped, Between those I love, And those who lead me to you.
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