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Death was my
childhood hero

Black as pitch
Colder than ice
Familiar and Comforting

Death doesn't care
for memories or personality
history
who you are
what you look like
where you live

like my best friend
it never judges

Death is never seen
and never heard
but it always watches
always waits patiently for you

It's never insulting
and never in the way

And when things get tough
its there to help
relieve me of my trouble
steal me away

take me elsewhere
anywhere but here

Because there's
no place like home

and the darkness will
always be
my sanctuary.
©2008-2010 ~littleWaTTs72
:iconlittlewatts72:

Author's Comments

If you haven't noticed thus far, it adds to the atmosphere to the of it as a nursery rhyme...without the rhyme that is.

My friend Allie read this and said it seemed so happy, yet incredibly depressing at the same time.

Perhaps all things can be seen like that?

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:iconantiknuckles:
i come bearing hugs

but anyway, yeah, i liked the poem. it was interesting in a cool way

--
- Like a conductor before his orchestra he led the symphony of silence, and let it lead him to serenity. Here, and here alone, he could escape from the pains, and torments of his life. -
:icona-real-broken-heart:
That poem comforted me in a way...like as if death would be a comforting person who cares for you...

--
If I search for love, will I find joy.
If I search for joy, will I find a voice.
If I search for a voice, will you lend me your ear.

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