Plea From a Dark Soul

Plea From A Dark Soul Weep not in the sun for me my wasted life spent in vain by death I did flee, all but my shadow dwelt in pain Utter not proud words for me years of drunken whoring feasts by death I did flee, feeling no love, set loose my beasts Deny not the fate I did earn in my own just Hell to endure by death I so return, leaving a black heart so impure Cry not over my burial urn my deeds harvested bitter fruits by death I so return, to languish in my dark roots! Robert J. Lindley 11-09-2014 note: Written from a dream, rather a nightmare that I had recently. As the darkness closed in the screams grew louder, the pain stronger and the heartaches shouted for more agony.. Singe this sinner's hide with pain that makes the angels cry.. A voice speaks out, tis only the start , we have ages and ages to increase the torment and pain. Time serves us this sweet delight , this lost soul now lives within our eternal night! Quote for perspective-- Poetry is a bowl of cereal and if you are nice you get to add milk and a spoon. author, Robert Lindley