Death is always there.
Beauteous and fair.

My life is folding.
In time for molding.

What is pain,
Driving slain?.

Illness is war.
Passion is door.

Will to  death,
Dream of breath.

Nature wants the Beast.
I do cry at least.

Memories to share:
Does argument care?

I tensed with pain.
Cloven in twain.



TO BE REVISED AND CONTINUED
FOR YOUR PLEASURE