Dying is sweet, it could end more gruesome.
If we never were aware of death what would we be?
Dying is sweet, it’s a relief of human days.
It holds your hand and kisses your nose.
Death allows goodbyes.
“The End” could be different, obviously something we cannot perceive for death exists already,
But what I mean to say is we got lucky.
We live these lives, we fuck, and we eat. Some people fall in love and some become hermits. We drink cold brews and eat sweltered watermelon under summer suns. We hike great mountains and we fight with our peers.
We do this great big ole thing called life and we go on from it with a caress of a thing, we get a thing called Death, we get an end.
Don’t you see how lucky we have it?
4 galaxies away they never die and wear laser beams.
Death is comforting,
in a way it’s the most loving thing to ever exist.
[Harmonica Solo}
Fuck death.
Don’t hug me, don’t hold me, don’t whisper and wipe me.
Death is so human it makes me sick.
What happened to that dark son of bitch? Did he ever exist?
Death,
if your going to take me, let’s make love on the way out the door. Sweaty, silky, milky love.
That way when I go on to the next thing, whatever the hell that is, I’ll be orgasming into its manifesto.
My rebirth will be in moans and groans of pleasure, in oozing and goozing of cum and suck.
ZING
ZANG
ZONG
Call me baby so I remember my first name when I finish.
written by Cassidy Rose aka me
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