CloseToDeath2

My mind is a lotus flower, a shoot of bamboo, a cicada, in the sense that it never stops growing. Even into my old age, my mind will constantly be absorbing information, dwelling on concepts, straining to realize what it cannot. I yearn to die, only so that I may beget new life. To die is to live, to perish is to spring life forth beyond you. My mind will eventually be snuffed out by sentient means, but in terms of life overall, I am eternal. For when I am gone, I will still be among the wind, and the rain, and the leaves that fall on the ground. Someday, my mind will rise again, as many new things, and from that, I have always been, and alwa

Poisoned still, But yet still fresh. Sitting by your windowsill, Trapped within an astral mesh. Looking out, You see the world. There's no time to pout, For around you death is curled. For you sit there, Wondering how. Someone like you, Who's time is now. The inevitable change, The unescapable trap. Turning your flesh to mange, For the eternal nap. So make your peace, Your time has come. At your strength decrease, Wondering where this comes from. The final blow shall be made, Pushed in the final pins. Each day Time is paid, Just more nails in the coffins.