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Atomsk Lives!
July 26th, 2008, 03:31 AM
Farewell

Gone are the days my heart sings to thee,
now comes vanity to set my darkness free.

No longer any smiles or faithful compassions,
nothing left now except my countless sins.

Wrongful doing far from my typical nature,
peace wrought from I, leaving only this hatred.

My eyes, my lips, my soul, all black,
what ever caused this left more than a crack.

A man you see, a shell you get,
the resulting aftermath of an unholy bet.

My mind rages with nightmarish maelstroms,
my wicked blood trickles creating twisted forms.

These eyes they bleed, flowing rivers of Babylon,
palms and feet as crimson as Satan's Dawn.

Such a bloody sunrise to match my body,
though I'm visible to all, it none can see.

Oh thou praise, hellish torture, anguish, and lament,
as I reflect back on my past life spent.

So partial to the Darkness, resisting the Light,
gone now am I, lost to the Night.

This heart frozen, hugs and kisses gone evermore,
Love a disgusting concept I could never adore.

A shadow, a whisper, no longer am I real,
such is a result, thanks to Lucifer’s deal.

I worship him not and though hold no interest,
my cruel life choices leave me far from blessed.

So I lay here now bleeding like a hunted fawn,
I pray my death come with the approaching dawn.

My wife, my children, my family, my friends,
this life so selfish, I failed to make amends.


The world hath no desire for such a devil,
Yet Hell has now another reason to reveille.

My time has come, another takes my place,
a new breath of life to assume this face.

I pray my son, so full of life,
allows not sin to become his knife.

Let not the Deadly Seven lead him astray,
as they have my life resulting this day.

At wit's end I was, demons my salvation,
promising false freedom and a false haven.

Tricked I was not, fleeing into his snare,
no longer this life can I possibly bare.

Final drops of blood flowing from this prison,
closing my eyes, I welcome a ghastly vision.

Now my body motionless, pale as the moon,
my cold, corrupt soul, to arrive in Hades soon.

Knife by my side, my tool of salvation,
now that I'm free, comes His appreciation.

Farewell to all, come now my Deadly Seven,
pray not for me, I remain far from Heaven.