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Dearly Departed
Deep in a hole
With bodies all around
Crawling in despair
All without a sound
But for the screams
Of the recently dead
The sky becomes black
Like visions in my head
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
The endless strain that I must bear
Those saints and sinners, mothers and fathers
Wasted woes waste away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
Here on a throne
Made from wasted spirits
And deepest shadow
With saddest laments
Summer's caress
Fades at cold winter's chill
The dead never sleep
Just move in for the kill
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
A timeless scar that I must bare
Those kings and killers, sons and daughters
Tainted throes tear away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
When love became a curse
Her kiss branded a scar
The gears of war began to turn
Leaving the dead beneath the stars
Wailing as they burned
Kingdom of blood
Bereft of sad saviors
Those dead may rejoice
I will not waiver
The razor edge
Will never dull at least
Congregate as we
Feed the belly of the beast
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
The endless strain that I must bear
Those saints and sinners, mothers and fathers
Wasted woes waste away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
A timeless scar that I must bare
Those kings and killers, sons and daughters
Tainted throes tear away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
Endless darkness and the broken hearted
Remains true for the dearly departed
Remember, when they come for you
(c) 2015 Frank Green
With bodies all around
Crawling in despair
All without a sound
But for the screams
Of the recently dead
The sky becomes black
Like visions in my head
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
The endless strain that I must bear
Those saints and sinners, mothers and fathers
Wasted woes waste away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
Here on a throne
Made from wasted spirits
And deepest shadow
With saddest laments
Summer's caress
Fades at cold winter's chill
The dead never sleep
Just move in for the kill
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
A timeless scar that I must bare
Those kings and killers, sons and daughters
Tainted throes tear away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
When love became a curse
Her kiss branded a scar
The gears of war began to turn
Leaving the dead beneath the stars
Wailing as they burned
Kingdom of blood
Bereft of sad saviors
Those dead may rejoice
I will not waiver
The razor edge
Will never dull at least
Congregate as we
Feed the belly of the beast
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
The endless strain that I must bear
Those saints and sinners, mothers and fathers
Wasted woes waste away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
It all remains, an everlasting nightmare
A timeless scar that I must bare
Those kings and killers, sons and daughters
Tainted throes tear away without a care
The bitter taste of defeat is still so sweet
Their lullabies lure me to sleep at night
The sad tales of tragedy, woe and plight
I am the keeper, the hellbound hearted
Singing songs for the dearly departed
Endless darkness and the broken hearted
Remains true for the dearly departed
Remember, when they come for you
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 11th May 2015
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5th Oct 2016 8:42am
Wow this has 176 reads and no comments.. well I'm glad to be the first great write hades
5th Oct 2016 2:19pm
5th Oct 2016 2:29pm
Yea no problem. That's bogus tho..176 reads ? And not one opinion or like ? That's just rude and lame of people ...also just my 2 cents which is worth nothing lol
6th Oct 2016 3:16am
It's all good. The longer you're here the more you'll get used to it. At first it sucks but then you just get used to it. But thanks for the support.
6th Oct 2016 3:40am
Oh I'm well aware of the fuckery that goes on here ...You are actually one of the popular kids here lol..I'm the quiet loner kid with violent tendencies so we shouldn't sit together and at lunch it will ruin your cred lol. Honestly the only reason I know of you is my ex stole one of your poems lol she's a poet and a bitch but also. The only reason I started writing.. .I seen how it help her with anger and shit and I had just got out of summer camp for a pistol charge so I needed coping techniques. I like your ink tho .but it's odd because some of it I feel like I've read lol she ...adapted your style lol.
6th Oct 2016 3:50am
Appreciate it. Aside from her stealing my shit I'm honored she liked it so much to adopt my style, lol. Don't worry about my cred, I'm no angel, well maybe a fallen one.
6th Oct 2016 4:42am
Ya no she has good taste lol.. also Devlin I see in her writes but a hadedevil would write some wicked shit lol. Good combo.. anyway I loved that dirty lien whore ..such a doll..even when I scooped her ass up off the motel sidewalk as a dope sick junkie ..but bro diamond in the ruff junky she clean up real nice lol..but she loved heroin more so she's gone lol
6th Oct 2016 4:59am
Well, it's better to wipe your hands of someone who doesn't want to help themselves. But I do appreciate the recommendation from her.
6th Oct 2016 6:37am
Hey if you can find her I'm sure she would show you her gratitude. But she's on the back of a Harley riding around with some Aryan I used to do business with he's a cool dude actually they'll be better together I'm retired and I'm trying to find peace .
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