Tag Archives: Death

Road of Good Intentions

Ah, this road, my old friend. How many injustices did you defend? Did the men you proved innocent walk? Only again to murder, terrorize and stalk? I wonder what the mother of that child did, As she cradled her bloodied … Continue reading

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Faith

You need to be patient, dad always cautioned her. She was damn tired of hearing about his so-called wisdom. His talk of patience did nothing to save mom. He kept asking Cad to have some faith, that Guide and the … Continue reading

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Flicker

The corpse was as wet and musky as a dog rolling through his filth. The cold, frigid rain washed over it like it was part of the alleyway. The lifeless hobo’s eyes were fixed upon the worn, red brick wall … Continue reading

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The Mortal Struggle

Let your lungs suffocate against the sordid air, And cause your hand to raise high in despair. Unable to breath as glass smoke pours down, Causing you to swim in the air, only to drown. Melting roses grate down your … Continue reading

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A Note For Posterity

It’s gonna kill me. A terminal illness that floats over my head. It’s gonna claim me. Like it’s setting up my death bed. There’s no stopping it, No moving it, As it claws and gnaws at my insides, Scraping and … Continue reading

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Words Ring Sweet

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Erase and Erasure

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Last Words

If I died, would you cry? Tears streaming down your innocent, little eyes? The corpse before you cold and still, Never again to move at will.

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Red Rose Of Two Worlds

Elegant Red Rose; Truly, does it mean romance? All the petals fall.

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Warocalypse

Left, right, left right left, Left, right, left right left. The enemy’s coming around, The enemy’s coming around, The corpses are in the ground, The corpses are in the ground, The rain is pouring molten lead The skies are black … Continue reading

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