Let the slaughter begin ... I'm tired of waiting ... its time to die.

orgy

p.s. a poem I wrote in uni

Waiting to Die

Ponderinglife the man asks

What do I do next?

There are many options

None for me, he retorts

I’ll choose waiting to die

Why Choose that? the world asks

The man reflects and says

It is the only certain thing,

It’s all I have left

Death is reason, life insanity

One to understand the other to perplex

One is simple the other complex

One is certain the other volatile

Where is the challenge in death

In waiting, that’s all that is left

and a follow up SONNET 5 years ago, complete in iambic pentameter

Still waiting

Tis many years since write did I

About the challenge of sweet relief

and here today do I still cry

For that sweet thing to end my grief

Has life been good has fate been kind

Perhaps it has and I am blind

For yet my soul still does travail

And gives me need to sob and wail

Comforts there’ve been yet still do fail

The hours so futile they on do pass

The challenge remains and life prevails

Since time remains a sea of glass

Despite my hunger to end my waiting

Its life for now to keep on hating