Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Obituary Hunter

To wake up
and stare at their faces
Is something to crave

To know they will never
breath again
Provides me with purpose

I take over their ambiance
their feelings
and beliefs

And fulfill their entity
for the remainder of my day

Tomorrow I will find
another soul to keep
in the black and white section

I call my home.

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