apples

dan_y

one day you'll just stop
your blood won't flow
it'll just stick and clot

your nails will crumble
and your hair dissapear
leaving no semblance
of beauty
or fear

your skin will turn white
and your pupils go gray
you won't be able to talk
you'll have nothing to say

the strange things that mattered
the paint and the glue
that held you together
will all seem so foolish
when you follow your shadow
out into the street
to that weird sting of concrete
on sensitive feet
and you see all those people
whose opinions made you
and the way underneath
they are all human too
as you all die together
under the baking sun
as you all die together
you all die as one

Le Rack

That is bloody incredible.....
Nearly all of my poems/songs are about death

crazy angel

WOW!!!!!! (applause)