What if death is a pretty girl
with long legs, beautiful curves
and shiny hair?
With eyes like milky way,
with the softest lips in the world,
with a smile you can't forget,
with two sweet fruits of *******,
and body, beautifully shaped,
much warmer than any of the living girls?
What if pleasing is the way she smells
and her moves are full of grace?
What if she waits for you
to make you a happy, not sad?
What if the medieval art bluffs,
saying that she is ugly, scary and without face,
and without eyes and lips,
without nose, smile and *******,
but the cold ***** skeleton?
And that she stinks and she limps,
foaming heaves at the mouth,
waiting for you at the end of the tunnel,
where no light,
to take you in her arms and to kiss you goodbye?
You won't know until you die,
but why not to imagine her
in the meantime, called - life.
