Death.
Anonymous
Death is shit,
Because half of you end in Heaven,
The other half in Hell,
I can be an angel all I want,
But once you've chosen sides you can't turn around.
Death is waiting,
You can't see it,
But it's there,
It wants to eat you,
And bury you beneath a hulking gravestone.
Death is dumb,
Because who wants to be cried over,
And flowers in their hands,
Why do we dress up,
When we die?
Death is the end,
Whoops, you died,
Now you have to stay this way,
Forevermore beneath the ground,
Or up in the clouds safe and sound.
Because half of you end in Heaven,
The other half in Hell,
I can be an angel all I want,
But once you've chosen sides you can't turn around.
Death is waiting,
You can't see it,
But it's there,
It wants to eat you,
And bury you beneath a hulking gravestone.
Death is dumb,
Because who wants to be cried over,
And flowers in their hands,
Why do we dress up,
When we die?
Death is the end,
Whoops, you died,
Now you have to stay this way,
Forevermore beneath the ground,
Or up in the clouds safe and sound.
When alive, a corpse,in death now I shall live,
The only few things I wanted,that life could never give,
Gave everything else,gracious that it was,
To me an anathema,at best a lost cause...
Parody,travesty and derision of what I desired,
Of the opposite banter,I had indeed grown tired,
So away from sorrow,misfortune and the affront I received,
I embraced death for being perpetually well deceived...
Your Death: My Death
Your sharp tongues sliced through my heart
Numbed my senses and paralyzed my body
They deafened my ears until they bleed
If tongues could kill, I would be dead by now...
I stared back at you with flaming eyes
They melted your tongues until they burned
Engulfed your whole body back to ashes
If eyes could kill, you would be dead by now...
The deafening silence that ensued was eerie
The moon that was watching us left in a hurry
Nothing moved not even our shadows
If silence could kill, we would be dead by now...
Death comes in many forms sometimes uninvited
Leaves a trail of woes and a rainful of tears
Your untimely death would be my greatest fear
For your death is my death and nothing more...
Your sharp tongues sliced through my heart
Numbed my senses and paralyzed my body
They deafened my ears until they bleed
If tongues could kill, I would be dead by now...
I stared back at you with flaming eyes
They melted your tongues until they burned
Engulfed your whole body back to ashes
If eyes could kill, you would be dead by now...
The deafening silence that ensued was eerie
The moon that was watching us left in a hurry
Nothing moved not even our shadows
If silence could kill, we would be dead by now...
Death comes in many forms sometimes uninvited
Leaves a trail of woes and a rainful of tears
Your untimely death would be my greatest fear
For your death is my death and nothing more...
Anonymous
In sweat passion
I shoot out of myself
seeds covered in life
possibilities
even hopes and dreams.
They never get planted,
they die down a sink drain
in tissues flushed;
they could have been something special
but I rubbed them out of existence.
I shoot out of myself
seeds covered in life
possibilities
even hopes and dreams.
They never get planted,
they die down a sink drain
in tissues flushed;
they could have been something special
but I rubbed them out of existence.
Death haunts me like I'm next
Keep calling me cuz I'm avoiding the text
Almost hit by a car nearly got shot
Jumped by 8 girls will it ever stop
Escaped twice from time in jail
Satin trying his best 2 make me fail
Evidence has reveal my enemies
In a broken dream wit a shadow of misery
Didn't invite yet enjoys this company
Its like I'm evil or its apart of myself
Praying it goes away in need of some help
Can't take it anymore it harder than its seem
The pain is disturbing makes me wanna scream
Slavery is done yet I'm a present slave
Life is killing me from the cradle 2 the grave
Its a hard knock life as I was told
I need 2b Revived & Regain control
Trouble is following my past
How long will dis game lasts
I'm not gonna lose myself again
Darkside isn't my best friend
Don't call still not replying 2 ya text
Death wont stop me at my best
Keep calling me cuz I'm avoiding the text
Almost hit by a car nearly got shot
Jumped by 8 girls will it ever stop
Escaped twice from time in jail
Satin trying his best 2 make me fail
Evidence has reveal my enemies
In a broken dream wit a shadow of misery
Didn't invite yet enjoys this company
Its like I'm evil or its apart of myself
Praying it goes away in need of some help
Can't take it anymore it harder than its seem
The pain is disturbing makes me wanna scream
Slavery is done yet I'm a present slave
Life is killing me from the cradle 2 the grave
Its a hard knock life as I was told
I need 2b Revived & Regain control
Trouble is following my past
How long will dis game lasts
I'm not gonna lose myself again
Darkside isn't my best friend
Don't call still not replying 2 ya text
Death wont stop me at my best
Anonymous
LUNAR TUNE
When the smooth earth
Covers my face
My mortality falls from me
There shall be no grave
A heathens salvation
Is in the fire
Burn from the birches
Hanging in there
The cross
Signpost
To Sleeping souls
Drowned in the swamp
Of rosary beads
And skeleton lies
Death not ends it
Still she tries
Escape elevator
Never nears
The
End
Time
To
Wither
Descend
When the smooth earth
Covers my face
My mortality falls from me
There shall be no grave
A heathens salvation
Is in the fire
Burn from the birches
Hanging in there
The cross
Signpost
To Sleeping souls
Drowned in the swamp
Of rosary beads
And skeleton lies
Death not ends it
Still she tries
Escape elevator
Never nears
The
End
Time
To
Wither
Descend
Anonymous
A confirmed betrayal feels like death
the very instant it's acknowledged
A rotten stench clings
and suffocates
every thought thereafter
like a rancid shadow puppet
with no ever after
Heart's become carrion
and optimism- extinct
Wishes consist of time machines
and erasable permanent ink
Happy days ditched and
a fence line of sorrow
dividing my time
pocketing my tomorrow
Now trust is a zombie
dead and empty
missing life
Misery selects her company
eases burdens from the night
Mornings come to everyone
but you're no-one in it's sight
Washing off the days dirt
feeding some need for filth
Gossip column honesty
proven falsely -sources spilled
All the "used to be's"
and "maybe if's"
become addicted to denial
and even when there's laughter
there's a poison in the smile
[left]My Death[/left]
I felt your icy fingers upon my soul as you gazed into my eye.
I heard your demons beckoning as you lifted up your Scythe.
You called my name within your list as you wrung your hands in glee.
You beckoned my soul to heed your call but you won’t set me free.
I’ve earned a special place in your realm of suffering and pain.
You’ve waited for souls just like mine in this existence and plane.
I’d lead your minions of harvested souls that have lost their way in life.
To enhance Mankind’s suffering by creating mass pain and strife.
I’d be forced to live and to suffer on the Earth right now.
I’d have no joy and misery by taking unhallowed vows.
I’d exist on this plane in misery with the ignorant souls on this Earth.
I’d corrupt all the innocent souls from the time of their birth.
Since time began you searched throughout and harvested souls like mine.
You patiently waited for our time of death and collected us by design.
Some are minions, some are demons and some are like I am;
We would exist on this Earth as Generals of the Damned.
You commanded me to survive and corrupt all innocent souls,
By recruiting your minions one at a time by manipulation and control.
Exuding your will through maliciousness, I get the souls you desire.
So you’ll have the souls you crave for your unholy funeral pyre.
I felt your icy fingers upon my soul as you gazed into my eye.
I heard your demons beckoning as you lifted up your Scythe.
You called my name within your list as you wrung your hands in glee.
You beckoned my soul to heed your call but you won’t set me free.
I’ve earned a special place in your realm of suffering and pain.
You’ve waited for souls just like mine in this existence and plane.
I’d lead your minions of harvested souls that have lost their way in life.
To enhance Mankind’s suffering by creating mass pain and strife.
I’d be forced to live and to suffer on the Earth right now.
I’d have no joy and misery by taking unhallowed vows.
I’d exist on this plane in misery with the ignorant souls on this Earth.
I’d corrupt all the innocent souls from the time of their birth.
Since time began you searched throughout and harvested souls like mine.
You patiently waited for our time of death and collected us by design.
Some are minions, some are demons and some are like I am;
We would exist on this Earth as Generals of the Damned.
You commanded me to survive and corrupt all innocent souls,
By recruiting your minions one at a time by manipulation and control.
Exuding your will through maliciousness, I get the souls you desire.
So you’ll have the souls you crave for your unholy funeral pyre.
My soul had reached the end of its journey
my best friend passed ayay and my heart reached the Disciple
to who he belonged. The tears my heart latched on where
begginf for his soul to go to heaven and not the boiler
where he would have to work so hard to begin forgiveness for his sins.
Darkness took complete control of my soul my heart in pain felt empty and I rememebered everything that little boy lived for.
His soul joined heaven in the celstial light and me I was certain he had just gotten baptised. I his best friend saw nosin heard no evil in real life. His celestial bed awaits for him to greet the children of God.
I went to the house of Jesus and an Apostle told me he was yelling out my name. I have been practising Grace. And the deliverence was fate.
When you let go of your soul to the higher grounds of order,
your spirit travells to the one most open for exceptance and most gracefull.
That day of unity, me and my best friend where one and she will never be put in a tunnel with no air, I will give him Air every
day by blessing his soul with Earth and her friends Fire, Water, AIr.
Earth Fire Water Air
Thomas I bless you for the sun and pray for you every day. God Bless you.
my best friend passed ayay and my heart reached the Disciple
to who he belonged. The tears my heart latched on where
begginf for his soul to go to heaven and not the boiler
where he would have to work so hard to begin forgiveness for his sins.
Darkness took complete control of my soul my heart in pain felt empty and I rememebered everything that little boy lived for.
His soul joined heaven in the celstial light and me I was certain he had just gotten baptised. I his best friend saw nosin heard no evil in real life. His celestial bed awaits for him to greet the children of God.
I went to the house of Jesus and an Apostle told me he was yelling out my name. I have been practising Grace. And the deliverence was fate.
When you let go of your soul to the higher grounds of order,
your spirit travells to the one most open for exceptance and most gracefull.
That day of unity, me and my best friend where one and she will never be put in a tunnel with no air, I will give him Air every
day by blessing his soul with Earth and her friends Fire, Water, AIr.
Earth Fire Water Air
Thomas I bless you for the sun and pray for you every day. God Bless you.
When Earth stops carrying your will to live
the human life of everything
the sky creates a hole for treason
The shells the ocean feeds stop moving
the sound of the waves , now theres is no flow
Hesitation is your boss
Fear shoots blood in your vains so you can find
comfort, in that place where your loved ones sail.
The deep blue sea that never ends
Death has reached my higher commander
My independence reaches zero
There is a hole in the sky for treason
Will my loved ones find me
I know I'm dying, I told myself
I am prepared, he told me its beautiful
I lose my sight, I feel my soul scream my lovers name
I cant hear myself
I cant feel myself
The shock i'm in wont bring me life
it will end it
its the end
The end of life
I know people are looking at me!!!!
the human life of everything
the sky creates a hole for treason
The shells the ocean feeds stop moving
the sound of the waves , now theres is no flow
Hesitation is your boss
Fear shoots blood in your vains so you can find
comfort, in that place where your loved ones sail.
The deep blue sea that never ends
Death has reached my higher commander
My independence reaches zero
There is a hole in the sky for treason
Will my loved ones find me
I know I'm dying, I told myself
I am prepared, he told me its beautiful
I lose my sight, I feel my soul scream my lovers name
I cant hear myself
I cant feel myself
The shock i'm in wont bring me life
it will end it
its the end
The end of life
I know people are looking at me!!!!
Rainy Days
Dark clouds. Thunder. Lightning. And the steady drumming of the rain on the roof.
Its crazy how these days are hated. Dark and gloomy. Foreboding and melodramatic. Intense and depressing. Where's the sun? Make these clouds go away.
But for me, these days are loved. I'm home. Finally understood. These days are.... Me
Dark clouds that seem to follow me around are no longer solely over my head.
The crack of thunder, like the bang as the bullet is released from its chamber.
The lightning bolt is the flash of the blade.
And the pouring rain represents the rush of too many pills. Its steady drumming...my beating heart.
These days aren't seen for what they truly are. A power struggle. So much power. Steadily building over time. It becomes too much. Some relief is needed... a release.
Mother nature's release... a rain storm.
My release, well... my own rain, thunder, and lightning.
Humas have that build up. The only difference, instead of a power stuggle, its a fight for sanity. A struggle for control. It too becomes too much. We become depressed. We too need that release.
Weather it be through the thunder, lightning, or the rain. It eventually needs to be let go.
I guess you can say I relate to rainy days. Those are my happy days...the few and the sacred. They don't come often, but when needed the most, they arrive.
Most are happy on sunny days. Those are the days I feel most alone. Stranger in my own world. Well like I said... on rainy days, I'm home and understood.
Dark clouds. Thunder. Lightning. And the steady drumming of the rain on the roof.
Its crazy how these days are hated. Dark and gloomy. Foreboding and melodramatic. Intense and depressing. Where's the sun? Make these clouds go away.
But for me, these days are loved. I'm home. Finally understood. These days are.... Me
Dark clouds that seem to follow me around are no longer solely over my head.
The crack of thunder, like the bang as the bullet is released from its chamber.
The lightning bolt is the flash of the blade.
And the pouring rain represents the rush of too many pills. Its steady drumming...my beating heart.
These days aren't seen for what they truly are. A power struggle. So much power. Steadily building over time. It becomes too much. Some relief is needed... a release.
Mother nature's release... a rain storm.
My release, well... my own rain, thunder, and lightning.
Humas have that build up. The only difference, instead of a power stuggle, its a fight for sanity. A struggle for control. It too becomes too much. We become depressed. We too need that release.
Weather it be through the thunder, lightning, or the rain. It eventually needs to be let go.
I guess you can say I relate to rainy days. Those are my happy days...the few and the sacred. They don't come often, but when needed the most, they arrive.
Most are happy on sunny days. Those are the days I feel most alone. Stranger in my own world. Well like I said... on rainy days, I'm home and understood.
"Death wouldn't....."
It never came quickly that old hand of death.
It clenched the back of my throat and riddled me with disease
and bereft.
The smell of embalming fluids. The coldness of the tomb.
Death welcomed me like a lost friend to a final place to be consumed.
The tatters of the windows the winds howl at the doorway.
Winters cold didn't seem that bad anymore. For death was
mere inch's from me anyway.
The catacomb of its sanctuary the smell of dirt and decay within the air. Ancient slumber of forlorn passage's. Death's arms await me there.
Ancient it waits so patiently not to exhale a breath nor dream. Death the unending shadow of life ending. Continually ready to crush my final dreams.
My eyes become so heavy I know the illusion's are for real. The talons of this darkened macabre hooded banshee. Death slowly stolen my final breath and I knowingly had payed the bill.
It never came quickly that old hand of death.
It clenched the back of my throat and riddled me with disease
and bereft.
The smell of embalming fluids. The coldness of the tomb.
Death welcomed me like a lost friend to a final place to be consumed.
The tatters of the windows the winds howl at the doorway.
Winters cold didn't seem that bad anymore. For death was
mere inch's from me anyway.
The catacomb of its sanctuary the smell of dirt and decay within the air. Ancient slumber of forlorn passage's. Death's arms await me there.
Ancient it waits so patiently not to exhale a breath nor dream. Death the unending shadow of life ending. Continually ready to crush my final dreams.
My eyes become so heavy I know the illusion's are for real. The talons of this darkened macabre hooded banshee. Death slowly stolen my final breath and I knowingly had payed the bill.
Hate engulfs the destiny of the weak punishing the masses by my decree. A society of despair distraught by a new nightmare. Evolving backwards with no end in sight false prophets name the end of time. The reign of the hangman has begun setting in motion Armageddon. The hounds run free delivering justice even to the almighty.
