The Killer

Why do we always view death as some sort of punishment
Or an arm of justice
A disease
Some knife for those who need to be avenged
When only in death we find

Beacons and traffic lights
Messages in bottles swept into shore from Styx and Acheron
Where our lives are a late Sunday night movie
In a TV room where the Grim Reaper holds the door
Selling popcorn to the soul

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez

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