The bang of a blast, the ricochet of a bullet,
A ride too fast, a disease of the heart
A blade pressing on the wrist, being mauled by a beast
Falling from a cliff, a claim of the deep
An accident on the road, being devoured by the Fire God
A noose around the neck, stoppage of the breath.
Surviving in this world is an accomplishment
Make the most of it while you can.
Death is the ultimate truth
And no one gives a damn when you are gone.
(PS: This is no poem :))
3 comments:
Yes I agree, this is not a poem.. This is the crude reality of life..
It seems PP and now VU are loving to write in stanza's as well, and not only paragraphs..
Good guys!!
ICU?!
well, i don't know what this is but its too true for me to care about such details.
being a doc is shitty, but you do get a lot of experience with the reaper.
great whatever-it-was, guru.
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