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Death Does Not Speak Of LoveDEATH DOES NOT SPEAK OF LOVEDeath Does Not Speak Of Love by Pan-Zareta
Oh hello Death, my friend, Death
Have you come for me so soon?
Death smiles, but then he always smiles
Yes, my dear, it is time.
Time for me to go to The Other Side,
The Sunless Lands, The Great Unknown?
Yes, Death replies, time to go -
Oh, Death, I cry. My friend Death
Will I ever come back in a new body
a new life? To live again? Or not?
But Death is coy, and he answers.
Yes. No. Life is but an eyeblink to me
As he gathers me into his bony arms
And sucks this life from me.
Death does not speak of love.
Current Residence: the armpit of Wisconsin|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large (my chest needs room to breathe)
Print preference: 16x20
Favourite genre of music: indie rock/punk/techno & etc/ska/reggae/world/classical/alt-country/J-Rock
Favourite photographer: I adore angelreich. Yet I also like wazabees,gilad,shipwreckedbarnacles,illusio-5,etc.
Favourite style of art: macro photography
Operating System: Windows 7 Home Premium
MP3 player of choice: RCA Lyra Jukebox "Pearl"
Shell of choice: T-shirt and jeans; long sleeved T in winter
Wallpaper of choice: other people's deviations
Skin of choice: erm, my own suits me just fine
Favourite cartoon character: Nenene Sumiregawa, Haruhara Haruko, Edward Elric, Ayane Isuzu
Personal Quote: Your grievance shall be avenged