I wish there was nothing
But pretty death
Because friends disappear
Like casual breath;
There should be daggers
Flying from ancient graves
To kill passionless slaves
Selling trinkets of precious memories
Like they were dime-store casualties!
Corpses should cover the ground
Like hungry seagulls at the beach,
There is no love,
Merely eternal defeat!
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friends-look-like-king-herod/
