Death Blow

It hits like a breath of fresh death.
Reliving days now six feet under,
rekindling memories of affection and treachery.
No escape from the blinding actions of my youth.
No longer do I fear the end,
no longer do I fear oblivion,
the nothingness that may envelope my soul as I
walk away from your overwhelming presence… after all,
you’ve got quite the reputation for doling out death-blows.
So I’ll take my chances out on that lonely road.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: