ashes to pain, pain to dust, ashes to dark
death so close, death lingering from the start
bathing the soul in fear, causing fright and anguish
whispers in the shadows from the darkest language
ashes to ashes, dust to the ever dying flesh
ice cold grip tearing through the bones in my chest
ashes to ashes, dust to dust heed this warning you must
you may be strong, but death always comes for us
i am the darkness, a creature in the night
i am a product of hate, a minion of fright
an infection that spreads, consumed with a bite
i am a shadow that stalks and preys on light
i can hear heart beats from distances afar
you are not safe in your home, neither your car
extinguish your spirit, with a chilling grasp
enjoy this breath, this breath is your last
COMMENTS
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DragonReborn
01:53 Sep 28 2013
amazing poem and very true.death always has our number
Kannin
03:09 Sep 28 2013
hey thanx mine arnt even close to yours but ill get there lol