my poems

[icy wolf]

*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.