I first posted this back in March on My Space. It is from my novel, Love Sex and Time Travel. It does seem that it has rather come back to haunt me….
I am Death. As I lay my hands upon life it withers.
I am Completion. All I start is finished.
I am Finality. The end is in everything that my cruel fingers touch.
I am Armageddon. The final reckoning for all that is love.
I am Execution. In all young things I see their demise.
I am Destruction. I can turn love to hate.
Feel the end in this in my cold dry kiss.