by D. P. Johnson

Created on: February 20, 2009

Gnashing and writhing

The Destroyer enveloped another this night.

Is my soul afraid?

Let us eat drink and be merry

For I know tomorrow brings

Unmentioned, often, the haunting specter

A dry bone juts between grinning teeth

Do I have a soul?

The hum of activity, blur of pleasure

Haze to cloud what tomorrow brings

No hood or scythe

Death's cold pallid touch, reaches with insatiable hand.

My soul fears.

Gnawing the arch of my back, with tendrils in my eyes

Life, whispers, memories.

The vapor fades

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