Death Head

Death in the head
Will destroy the soul.
It drains my life out of me
Drawn out, like a IV of blood
Nothing yet has really sunk in
It looks like it always did.
I know I'm diving into my pool of destruction
And I am educated on this subject.
But my knowledge is a bitter wealth.
Like a bottle of rainless champagne
And after I'm gone
I will be plucked out on my own
To a sight in front of the tables of judgment.
Fight your tears
For I have the arc of an angel hanging over me.
And the golden violin is playing overhead.
Rest your mind
And celebrate my life.
I want to see the love again,
Resting in your eyes.
I will be watching over you,
Now and forever.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002