TorturedJester
12-04-2003, 12:00 AM
(First poem I ever wrote)
Appointer of death
point your way to my lot
I'm tired of fighting
lay me down at your spot
heard my krpyt is awaiting
dirt, cold from the frost
you're a friend you relieve
my soul at no cost
don't judge me, I'm sorry
I'm here to make things right
the clouds hear me calling
but death owns this night
(you heard me crying
my screams were my cloak
my pain is the punchline
my life is this joke)
my eyes are growing heavy
anger keeps me awake
till I reach the home that awaits me
six feet under your stake
my mind finds relief
as it can sense sanctuary
can I rest here awhile
before my body you bury?
(Appointer of death
I award you my breath
may it ride long the wind
for there's nothing else left)
:clown:
Appointer of death
point your way to my lot
I'm tired of fighting
lay me down at your spot
heard my krpyt is awaiting
dirt, cold from the frost
you're a friend you relieve
my soul at no cost
don't judge me, I'm sorry
I'm here to make things right
the clouds hear me calling
but death owns this night
(you heard me crying
my screams were my cloak
my pain is the punchline
my life is this joke)
my eyes are growing heavy
anger keeps me awake
till I reach the home that awaits me
six feet under your stake
my mind finds relief
as it can sense sanctuary
can I rest here awhile
before my body you bury?
(Appointer of death
I award you my breath
may it ride long the wind
for there's nothing else left)
:clown: