Death is not a title but an end

As knives scratch the surface

I try to excape this madness
that wants to come forth
and spit vile crap
The inpronouncable fury
that I feel inside
what a fool I've been
to trust in words of kindness
what a bloody fool to fight a cause
that can only shoot me down
when it has won
I'd beg forgivness
but I have no more blood for the vampires of the night
I have no more dreams to bargain with
The devil took my soul , read my rights
and then cremated my heart unto his own
A sacrificial lamb slaughtered on his throne of disppear
I will always remember him this way now
I will try not to think further on this matter
But aknowledge my sadness as a natural progression
Maybe I could attend a mock  funeral
Dress in black , sing hymnes, say preys
as I worship the devil with the congregation unaware
I will bring roses to cover his grave and lilys to burn in the fire
For then I will be allowed to moarn
My tears  of blood are richly born
and fall upon his pale brow
like love before the dawn
goodbye my friend

Reviews

[Richielee]

blimey this is very very emotional with hints of anger and also of a lost love, this is fantastically written with a constant theme and brooding undercurrent xx