Death

[Adios]

Where is thy welcome caress? Wilt thou desert me in my life? What hope is there if thou desirest to never reveal thyself to me?

Wilt thou consent to dance with me, a dance of beginnings? A dance of promise fulfilled? Where art my dance of rest from the trials I was promised?

Hast thou abandoned me to a never ending pain and suffering? How long must my long suffering last to satisfy thy dark desire? When can I meet the long rest promised to all?

Together you and I have ground this mound of mortal flesh to the point of no earthly use, shall we together not send the inhabiting spirit to the next plane?

Hast thou abandoned me to life eternal in this existence? What of thy sweet promise of the rest of the next plane? Wilt thou with hold the rest I have earned so deeply? What has become of thy honor and thy good word?

Shalt I be made an example because I have failed to follow all the rules thou hast listed? Thou knowest I cannot take my own human life, we have a contract. Wilt thou not hold up thine on end of our unholy deal?

By all I have done and by all that I have agreed to I call upon you to step forward and face me in the final last breath.

If thou desirest to fail me in this I can promise you that your unholy existence shall become unbearable for more time than can be measured. My vengence will cover millenium. Your power will wilt as a vine in the fall and your existence shalt be as dust in the wind.

Come, stand before me and face me, let us do battle. Let us confirm that all must eventually submit to the long sleep. Honor me my time, be not niggardly in this, stand up as your unholy calling demands of you.

I am not your plaything, nor am I your rebellion. Stand before me and do honorable battle unto the end.

This I demand as is my birthright and your sworn duty.

[Adios]

Holy shit. This is a WTF moment.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Damn Charley.  That was awesome and terrible (not bad terrible if that makes sense) all at the same time. I really don't have the words, except damn.... 

[Adios]

Ambien, it's the new LSD. I remembered writing something last night, just not what.

Hawk,
will not go all Poeesque.

But thanks. 

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Ambien, it's the new LSD. I remembered writing something last night, just not what.

Hawk,
will not go all Poeesque.

But thanks. 

I really like it even while it's disturbs the fuck out of me.  It reminds me of one of those before the epic battle and the hero has his reality moment.  Good shit my friend.  Drugs or no.

[Adios]

Thanks again. It's a battle we must all face eventually.



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas did it better.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I read that at both my Grandfather and my Mom's services.  It is one of my alltime favorite pieces!!!