Death becomes
By Dramatizer
Death has become me
I say to myself
I think about it all day
I sleep with it at night
I want to take a life
But all I do is say no
How in the hell 
Does that stop me
From committing a crime
I want to take a life
But maybe I’ll just take mine
Because I am a waste of space
And everyone wants me to die
I want to take a life
But am not for sure
Whose life I want
To stop by my hands
I know I should not do that
But the urge is so tempting
That I think I may do it tonight
I want to take a life
I think I will use this knife
For my dread of symbolic hatred
I will not feel sorry
For the poor sap
That I kill 
I want to take a life
And that is all 
I have to say
 
 

All pages, content, poems, and writings on this site are copyright©1998-2007 Distracted Poets. Redistribution in any media is strictly prohibited without written permission.   To get permission please email brian@distractedpoets.com