*WARNING SOME PEOPLE MAY FIND THIS POEM VERY MORBID AND DEPRESSING *
The ever growing nightmare called life is a lie that i mastered.
the darkness sweatily takes me under, taking the light a way
on the rotting corpse of deaths horse i rid
shade the light from me with you dark wings.
with out starched hands i reach for your Scythe
your taking it all a way
with the hammer i strike sending a nother nail in to your coffin
for ever sealing you in your darkened tome.
never to see the light of day.
