Death is the only thing that never stops coming back.

        As much as u want it to stop, it only shows its face again.

As u flower fourth for necter, u are denied request for thirst.

           Only to find death from thirst...

                         And for hunger...

                                        And the erge to kill.

        And as we look at death smile upon us, we think to our selves, is this the end?

                Or a trick done by death.

     No one knows.

             They just asume that if someone's seen death, there declared clinicly insane.

       And of course when someone self inflices pain there insane also.

                             Is it suicide?

                                            Or is it the releaf of pain.

    This is were Death Blooms.

                     And then death apears to collect its death toll.

             Suicidalists enjoy this because it brings hope that they can die.

     But people who enjoy to self enlict pain are considerd freaks.....

                        Outcasts......

                                         Suicidasists...........

                                                                 Sometimes homocidal maniacs.

             As Death Blooms every one feals relief.

    As Death Blooms every one feals rejoice.