DeathA Poem by the_stoicwishing for my early demise ....how long before this mortal body of mine gives in relieving me of the echoes of this constant din. every night as i go to sleep my soul gives a silent cry cause it just cant weep. the past is a constant reminder of the sins i have done kindly hand me over a fully loaded gun torn into pieces, i have already broken down i don't give a s**t when you all look at me and frown. drugs and cigarettes aren't doing any good i would have changed if i could. yeah bring it on, quick and fast render me a deadly blow that won't let me for long last. slowly but steadily i am drifting along the Satan is hypnotizing me with his mellifluous song. let this night my final moment come by i am ready to walk up to the guillotine and die ... © 2011 the_stoicAuthor's Note
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