A monster they claim,
His life never to be the same...
Hallowed Death
They came to mourn the death of life...
In the corner of my room at night,
As soon as the darkness sets in...
Dead mans toe,
Bubble, bubble, bubble...
Once so predisposed to war,
Another torn within its ecstasy...
"The chain yearns for its key" the odd...
he stitched me together with needle and thread...
I've died many times
within poetry...
Once,I stood upon a mountain.
Declaring, that I had defeated death...
A chill of autumn sweeps in
demanding the world to hush...
Pull, pull away.
I cannot wake up to face the day...
Take a walk in the darkness, of a shattered mind,
And a soul that weeps from despair...
Hells rain catchers pointing skywards,
red and cutting shapes like broken eggshells...