I'm the Last Person You'll ever See

Poem by: momiloco

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about death
maybe things we have never thought of before

As the poison works its way through your bloodstream

I stand by waiting, listening to your scream

As the bullet enters your body hitting some vital spot

I was standing in the shadows watching as you got shot

As they twist the knife deeper into your heart

I clap my hands with glee, my party's about to start

As the clot rushes to your brain

I smile, glorifying in your pain

As your heart spasms and squeezes tight

I revel in this wondrous sight

As your organs shut down one by one

I sit patiently waiting to have some fun

This is my job, what I have been assigned to do

I don't have to cajole, beg or woo

All I have to do is stand by and wait

For the natural process or for some fool to take the bait

I'm called many things, Grim Reaper, Death or Father Time

Some very unkind, I don't know why, I just claim all that's mine

November 25, 2006 (12:57pm)

Submitted: December 05, 2006

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Tesseth

Momiloco, this is one of my favorite. Very good.

Thu, December 7th, 2006 4:56am

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i thank you very much - death is but an illusion

Fri, December 8th, 2006 8:16pm

glenda vautrin

very good poem

Fri, December 8th, 2006 4:37am

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again i thank you for your kindness, the next time i am on, i will check out some of your pieces
again thank you and happy holiday's

Fri, December 8th, 2006 8:19pm

Dana The Cyberpoet

You had my heart pounding. Talk about mystery in poetry. This poem my be short but it certainly begins powerfully. I actually thought-or should I actually say-what I thought upon the first 12 lines.

I won`t do that since it dosen`t matter. However, you clear up all "tags" from my mind very quickly in the last few lines by your superb personification.

Thu, March 25th, 2010 2:08pm