I never gave a thought to
how I'd die
Nor live a life of gladness,
love and peace
As sol'tude spreads uþon
my slumbers, I
Am forc'd to consider a
Time's decrease.
Some say the days are
short and long, the nights
That breath in lasting,
must be spent as well
Some say there lives a
home for wrongs and
rights
For rights, it's Heaven;
wrongs reside in Hell.
I look onto my death as
ev'ning-fall
Whenever Time dissolves
and Fate retires
While wishing loss befall
that potent call
I look onto my death as
hungry fires.
Howe'er I die, I pray I'd
live content
Or leave atleast, not
minding where I'm sent.
Half-gun will travel on the western front,
Beyond brothels...gunpowder of debri.
Myself the man that blissful bulletts hunt,
As he that shoots has lost his wife to me.
From dusk 'till dawn my death deceives the day,
By sun and shadows guns illuminate.
So swift did summer sin a song to pray,
Upon that grave my spurs would gravitate.
Herdsmen and hoarses hearken to the hyme,
Of fire flushed from weaponry with flames.
And as I bled my heart did hold the crime,
Of loving her that shared her heart with games.
Wounded by way of weak and stubborn will,
Dying at dawn, death on this western wheel.
Her head pounds.
The voices scream.
Death starts to drool with greed.
She doesn't want to die, but she wasnts to end it all.
Death is cunning, death is charming.
No more pain
No more screaming,
But death is also lieing.
let it rain acid tears let the kiss
of death take the life of anyone
it comes so swift then goes the
same way the only chance to cheat
your own death is your will to fight
and your will to live with your
loved ones when the chains of death
comes down on some they let
self pity carry them away and slip
away into a sweet surrender of
eternal sleep so makes jokes about
what they dont understand or are
scared of what will you do when
the time comes for your own
moment of truth let it rain acid
tears and burn the flesh right off
your very own bones then slowly
dissolve bones and brains you have
when it starts let the kiss of death
come and take away the pain and
guilt of what you have done to me
you are thinking when do these
chains come off and set me free
but in the mean time the chains
are rusting and turning your
skin and bones into nothing
The Death Of Socrates
What reasoning has brought you to this place
where death destroys your gift of sanctity?
Before the fall of night, and in disgrace
yea, all those hating you, shall make it be;
they'll label you confused right to your end
corrupter of all teachers of the truth
convincing all the world, you have no friend,
and die for untold sins against our youth.
Your good and bad has brought you to despair;
all indecisiveness in what you think,
the crown upon your head, where once was hair
outshines the goblet from which you now drink.
How can you bear this hemlock in such style,
almost as if the world can see you smile?
everyone preaches about life and death
as death is bitter sweet
bitter as a loved one is taken out of your life
sweet as leaving a memory of that loved one behind
we live learning about death and worrying when that day will come,
but don't live life to live!
Let’s romance
The idea of death
Pick up your rose
And tango with me among what’s left
Forget the living
She’s had her last breath
Let’s romance
About the idea of death
In existence all is done
And where the sun shines is a rainbows end
Let’s us now continue this dance
Unto the beautiful music called death
One more setting sun
Isn’t death romancing such fun
Forget we were ever Heaven sent
The idea is over now death be done
How romantic
The thought “A cowards escape”
Only to hold you now
Within a cold embrace
Let’s romance
About the idea of death
Pick up your rose
And tango with me among what's left
So romantic
Laying among this cold, cold shame
In a blackness
To the He it’s beauty one day I will explain
Once you have entered the gate there is no
turning back. Inside the gate lies mountains
crusted with black dust. Birds with bulging
eyes and unknown sounds that makes your
heart swell with fear.
Crackling of the ground below you with
lava pockets swelling from the ground.
Inside the gate is a garden of death just
waiting for it's oponet. Death awaits
and will challenge you into a death fight.
It will destroy you and bury you in the '
black dust of the mountains. You will
melt and be tortured by the bulging
eyes of the birds.
Your eyes will be plucked like a feather.
And your remains will be a prisoner
inside the gate until you turn to sand
and the gate of death will continue
to feed off your bones.
If death were an object like a ball would it roll to the highest point and create
evil destruction. Or if it were a metal disk that could raise itself to the bitter ends
of it's final destination. Death can appear in many different forms. Death could be
like a song that lingers with beautiful melodies. Death could be a portrait with many
faces and poses. Death can wait or death can watch. It might squeeze the life out
of every precious opening until there is nothing but a hint of despair.
But a sweet song of death can only wait and be subtle
and ease into your surrounding and gently choose you
to become the object in which it must collect.
When Devils Dream “Daymares” of LOVE, and LIFE
Dance around the Corpse of a once Forgotten ; LOVE
Licking, Tears of Death , Dancing to Music of the Fife
Their tridents burn the Pathway to Glory of Heaven Above
When Demons Dream “Daymares” of Sorrow and “ Death “
Their Joy Lives : FOREVER, when YOU Breathe YOUR last “Breath”
I LOVE YOU, ALL : My Family; POETRYSOUP, a Family Longed for
Since My YOUTH : Your Loyal Liege, ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG
Death by morning death by night
All I know is I die tonight
death is here death is there
Death follows me everywhere
Death is here death is now
I already know that someone will drown
I know that it might sound bad
I know how I die and I'm kinda glad
I know its comming I know its soon
I know that it might be you
Knowing the truth and what I see
weather its you or weather its me
I guess we'll just have to see
In the morning if I awake
Than I know it was a mistake
I know it is bad but I'm glad
It was you and not me
The rest is fate can't you see
You might know in your heart
Of your death how it starts
But when it happens its not up to me
Its all fate can't you see
knowing this and knowing that
I am just stating fact.
He stands there, alone. Alone, looking out. Looking out across the vast empty lands.
Lands now cold, dark, and void of life. Life that had once stampeded through the continents.
Continents that now were as lifeless as the moon. The moon whose eye stared down in its
socket in the heavens, at an empty planet that no longer was entertaining. Entertaining
now, only death. Death, he stands there alone, finally. Finally he has accomplished all that
he is, all he had lived for. Lived for, yes Death lived for death. For death is the only life that
he contains. Contains, contains like the vast body of water, the sea, contains salt, cursed so
it can never quench thirst. Thirst, like Death thirsts for his own death, yet he lives on.
Lives on and on. On and On. On and on. on and on.
A Shadow, I am.
My silhouette is dark, my eyes are gray,
My footsteps; silent and gracefully gay.
I walk among fellow graves.
Death surrounding me.
Pity me not!
For exuberance holds my heart; not despair.
My life is beauty.
I do not lament death but embrace Her grasp.
She who begins new life and nurtures lost souls.
I envy, Her gift to guide the departed, Her beauty.
For in Death we are free & know all.
Death is not fear but beautiful darkness.
I embrace my perpetual fate.
Thousands upon thousands strong
covered in full battle armament
the riders most definately frightening
the stench of evil and death abounds
for these riders are of another world
not the living, but yet the the dead
for they dwell in the realm of the in-between.
The mounts upon which they ride
creatures too most evil and foul
throw fear into all they encounter
eerie red glows where eyes should be
a foul steam emits from nostril and mouth
in addition, thunder follows in their advance
with lightening around them ever present.
With every passing battle they lay claim
to more riders with which to further build their army
pour souls whose only wish is to pass
into the light, a most peaceful death indeed
with every ounce of courage they can muster
they strive to avoid these riders and their evil
with voices rasied unto the heavens, they pray
for good to prevail over this un-wordly evil.
a foul stench is in the mist like from the graveyard foul despair, yearning pasengers dawn
of the plague cast into a hollow grave no on can mourn their death for it be forboden to go
near deaths closet less you want death to open the door and push you inside forever more
walking the streets deathcarts in hand sadness leaks through the clumsiest bands of strength
the families have no wonder why the death bestowes your glorious dome of gold and plunder
just like a strike of lightning and the thunder to just to dialate the roughness of the dumb
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