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WinterRave — The Art of Dying
Published: 2009-02-08 10:40:26 +0000 UTC; Views: 271; Favourites: 8; Downloads: 570
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I want to die in the springfree from the sterile odor of hospital quarters
and the IV sticking out of my withered arm
I want to meet death at the cross roads of beginning and end
I should be free from human attachments
Not carried off to the sad key of a funeral dirge
With old friends and lovers weeping at my side
For this I have no need
I never understood why the people around here spoke so quickly
Yelling about something that was better off forgotten
Wasting the time they could have used to actually see
On a boastful imposition of a weak self
I want to die facing the sunset
As equally alone as I was when I came to be
Staring off with the eyes of a child
Forgetting all but the soft reds of the falling sky...
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Comments: 2
I really love the ending of this poem.
Absolutely gorgeous.
It ties it up so well.
I know you don't really get on here anymore...
but I thought I'd comment anyway.
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