I'm the Last Person You'll ever See

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
about death
maybe things we have never thought of before

Submitted: December 05, 2006

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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)


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