Death
By: Sabrina Adams

Dark despairing death,
Come to me like so many times before,
Forget me not,
When you make your rounds,
Leave me not,
In this pain stricken life.

What is life but pain?
'Tis not love, but lust,
'Tis not pleasure, but pain,
'Tis not laughter, but sorrow.

But death,
Death is death,
'Tis not love, nor lust,
'Tis not pleasure, nor pain,
'Tis not laughter, nor sorrow.

Death,
Oh death,
Forget me not,
When you make your rounds.
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