I like the grass,
but I don’t want to fertilize it.
Some other corpse
can do the job.
Me, I’d rather burn
than take up any more space
on this overpopulated sphere.
But for now,
I’m here,
so I best help the grass from above
while this future corpse
still contains some love.
How can I surprise you
when you’re the one
with whom I share
everything?
Each breakthrough,
each change,
I reach for the phone
to share the news.
Just this one instance
when I can’t call you,
it makes me think
of what will be.
What happens
when the reason
is just that you
are no longer here?
A certain slant of dark
can confuse an untrained eye
but those who know it well,
from its power never shy.
The only question left
is never the eternal why,
but the biting wonder
of just when a soul will die.
Gone,
before your time.
Left,
in your prime.
Empty
is her heart.
Pain
is only the start.
The last time you called,
I cut the call short.
I had too much to do
and you, too little to report.
Shortly after the call,
you would never call again
since Death called on you
as he does on all men.
Some regret I should feel
or even sorrow since you passed,
but the only thing I feel
is an emptiness that will last.
Snap.
Someone is behind me,
hot on my trail
as I lead the damned
down a road worn and frail.
Cough.
They draw much closer
as the gap begins to thin
and doubt fills my head,
going for the win.
Click.
The clip is empty,
though the aim is dead on
but bullets do the killing
of good intentions gone wrong.
Bang!
The shot rings in my ears
and I know it’s far too late
since it’s either you or me
with whom death has a date.
Time waits for no one,
best to keep your minutes close
since Death waits for all.
Faith
Everyone finds faith in the end.
God isn’t kind enough in life,
but after, he is everyone’s friend.
No God would cause all that strife,
No human could be all that bad,
Thinks the victim ’til he sees the knife.
All this hatred makes the world mad
Yet everyone finds faith in the end.
Turns out then, God ain’t so bad.
One succumbs to death
as one would succumb to sleep.
The child screams and fights
not quite ready to slumber yet.
Out all night the teen
still puts up a fight.
Then, without warning or right
Sleep sneaks in every night.
Before you know it
your eyes are closed tight.
Autumn Siders 