Death's Song
By shedevilrkg
The endless pitch black flame burns those near death. The painful screams of those in their dread plight, As shrouded in black, they take their last breath, Attempting to rise above the dark night. Away from the calm of light, cool and pure, They lay cold and still, bounded by old lies, Their old, stale wounds that cannot be cured, And a stream of unrelentless sad cries. The air is filled with scents of death and pain. Death's sweet song brought many lost souls to hear. In His dark chamber, all who were shall stay; No longer having anything to fear. The eternal darkness has claimed my soul; No peace but by the only path I know. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 09:44 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The endless pitch black flame burns those near death...."