to kill.... or not to kill... thats one hell of a question
wether tis nobler in my mind to suffer
the steaks and crosses of outrageous hunters
or to take there arms and beat them against a sea of tourist
and by beating...end them to kill... to slay
no more and by a slay i mean a way to end the heart ache
and the thousand natural forms of death the mortals are heir to
its a hope devoutly to be wished, to kill, to slay
to slay perhaps to drink? ay... theres the rub for in that drink of death what lust may come...
while we shuffle off the mortal coil...
must give us pause... theres the respect that makes calamity of eternal life
for who could bear the loves lost in so long a time
the killers wrong... the proud haunts entomed....
the pangs of lost love... the laws defied
the innocents of life.... and the burns that patient hunters make
when he himself his unlife can take
with bare blade ... what challenges dare
to fight and sweat under this pointless life
but that the dread of final death
the undescovered country... from the depths no vampire returns
puzzles my kills and makes me rather bear the ills i have
than fly to loves i have not
thus my conscience makes a coward of me
and thus the killer of the killer
is paled over the the cast of his capabilities
and enterprise of great skill and swiftness
with this regard my daggers turn away
and lose the pain of stabbing, soft you now
the fair mistress, nymphs in my world
by all my sins remembed...
an my life...forgotten
· Tue Oct 17, 2006 @ 09:18am · 3 Comments