Hey guys, it's With Death Comes More Death with one of those poems I'm sure you all love and totally don't think are pointless.

Anyway, here's the poem. I'm just going to assume that all you guys are intelligent enough to figure out whose perspective this poem is coming to you from without me telling you.

So, bye. Have fun with the rest of your days, I guess.

-Poem Interlude: A Coat-

Coats are meant to shield.
Mainly from things that are cold.
Cold metal, cold wind,
A coat protects from all those.

Not a year ago,
There were no coats in the world.
A dog eat dog world,
That's the old world I lived in.

So, when cold hit me,
It hit all at the same time,
Sent me careening,
Down into a mess of leaves.

And, like a child,
I didn't know how to act.
The cold chilled my blood,
I let it weaken my knees.

My bones turned brittle.
Metaphorically, they snapped,
Under my own weight,
I'm not entirely sure.

All those things happened,
To deny would be to lie.
So, I won't do that.
I will allow myself that.

An excuse to lie,
To lie here, still on the dirt,
Drowning in my blood.
Accepting an invasion.

Of body and mind,
I was no longer feeling.
I didn't need it.
I didn't need anything.

When the world itself,
Turns itself to see someone,
Back in the mirror.
Looking at you feet to face,

Numbness seems ideal.
To sit back, watch everything.
To see someone else,
Other than yourself live life,

It just seems ideal,
To lean back and enjoy it.
This roller coaster,
A ride I'm already sick of.

Away over here,
I can't get sick anymore.
I told myself that.
I thought I would listen to me.

Still, I intervened,
Cut power to the coaster,
Took the invader,
Made him listen for a bit.

I need him greatly,
My protection from the cold.
Really, he's a coat.
He's nothing more, nothing less.

A piece of fabric,
I can use for whatever.
To protect myself,
Or to protect someone else.

She needs a someone,
To drape a coat onto her.
Someone who can be,
A warm person acting cold.

I'm not that person.
I'm not that person at all.
Just someone who's cold,
Trying to act vice versa.

That surprise, shouldn't.
Back when the rivers flowed red.
The two streams diverged,
A certain point, didn't they?

Only the cold need,
Something like a warm coat, right?

-Poem End-

By the way, this poem is about a coat. Just a coat. Absolutely nothing more than a coat. Don't even try and look too deep into it.