also in my pillowbook, something like poetry. i like it && therefore feel entitled to post it separately as well.


i am old enough, old enough,
old enough to die. are you scared?
of me?

yes, yes i am, mr. reaper, sir
you don't like going by that name
(you prefer dad)
but isn't that just who you are?

bringing death, sowing misery and pain,
depression in my DNA.
you may not have the cloak,
but you certainly carry the weapon.

(sometimes people talk about their
near-death experiences but me i always
stay silent on that subject.)