Life is a bringer—
Of false hopes and sinners
If death is a never-ending slumber—
Why are we desperate to be a survivor?
Isn't it better to sleep—
With times changed, don't our bones seek
The soil where we blink
Our first moments and where we shalt sink
As we face our last kink
But we dream of a paradise—
An enamoring place of lures
We crave for forbidden farces—
And we dream we chase ecstacy as we tour
Is this why we can't be in death's embrace?
If life is such a mess,
Can't a box of chocolate—
Sweeten such sour taste?
And what candy can taste sweeter—
Than a box of chocolate from such everlasting peace?
But such sweets poison one's mind—
An illusion so horrifying it makes one quiver like a bum
Alas, what woe such frightening bonbon brings?
If life is a box of assorted desserts—
Why can't one's demise tastes like my favorite donuts—
That only I can buy in a bakery at an alley in the lonely crossing?
If death is as vicious as they said—
Why can it tempt a desperate distressed?
Why can't the guardians of the world makes it as ugly
And as foul, something comparable to a turd's brow?
But I shalt not worry as death is a glory—
That we shall seek when our times bid
Its final desperate retreat from such—
Cruel mistress' binds
— death is a bonbon
by vieauty
Death Is A Bonbon
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professional sick in bed idiot, Female
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