Death

Death smile at me with the anointed beauty of an angel; promising a psalm of eternal peace if granted access to my soul.

I could hear its voice so loud and clear, in the blowing whispers of wild winds, through the pouring rage of thunder storms and in the beating beauty of my own heart;

Announcing its presence with a commanding voice of silence which screamed with a force of anguish for me to breath no more and to take course of action against a life I onced lived,

To end the tortures of a flameless soul fire which ceased to ignite the spark of life to burn no more.

For Death was the brightest desirous darkness tormenting a glowing sparkle of my youth, yet rescueing the burdens of my soul from of an inflamming pain cast upon my heart by the hurt of unfulfilled and forsaken love,

Lived only through the touch of a trigger pulled shot gun.

For it was death, I justifying my life's last breath forth.