"Life is like a box of chocolates. You get fat and you die" - Connor Franta
“i have danced with death
i have reached out my hands
and let my fingers brush against her
once or twice i have
disturbed her slumber
the first time she awoke
she reached for me
just letting her fingertips brush mine
and i flinched and retracted
my own arms
so afraid to go through
the second time i only called
and i woke her lightly
only enough for her to notice
that i had tried to grasp her
on my third attempt
death held onto my hand
and i tried to pull myself
into her arms
but something must have
grabbed onto my leg
and tugged me back home
the next time she was waiting
she was waiting for my touch
and she reached her hands out
and snatched me close to her
i grasped at her dark hair
and relished in her scent
but i heard them calling
and i pushed her away from me
i swam back through the darkness to join them
and the very last time
was the time i looked in her eyes
i clasped her hands in my own
and begged her to take me
but she was silent and
all too soon i felt the arms
of many who i loved
coming down on me
and bringing me back
you see, death and i
we have danced a bloody waltz
that has spit nothing
but misery and fear back to me
and though sometimes
i long for death to claim me
take me once and for all
i have vowed that i will
never search for her again”
i will have to live out my days in misery i suppose (m.g.t)
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