Funeral Scary Poems

Whoever you are death will come, whether you are king, or simply scum. Wherever you go, death will follow, on Earth or Mars or even...

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Lurching out of the door into darkness 
A street full of people, bodies pass n collide

Plunging from dark to light!

Not looking at or thinking of...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

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the sodium arc light hums 
into the frosted night
Bathing all in acidic 
sickly amber that of a toxic wound, 
splashing through the skeletal trees 

the...

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Sitting here lost in worlds within worlds
Watching things spin
Listening to graveyard voices
Of owls and bats…

On tombstones, I sit!
I see things that should not be.
Things that...

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A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a...

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From the pages of a strangers life
I note how the seas are searene
Coming upon the Gas Stations glowing lights 
There in the distance it sits...

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In the door 
in the house 
as it sits, dilapidated
the weeds tangles ruined floors
the door is a jar  
In the shadows
of a vacant room
Littered...

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This land of entitlement, 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunt like...

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...fiery the angels fell...


A lost train bound for November 
lonesome wail of an engines whistle
Slicing through the night
Souls Destined for the rim of forever 
casting...

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Odd objects frolic within
Strange dominions for
It's all Hallow's Eve.
The night of souls;
looking for lost lives...
While children play merrily
In the chilly tinged air,
Of winters coming Dead.
It...

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X marks the spot
Where a young child had stood,
Enjoying his friends’ company as only
A young child could.

X marks the spot
Where the child lay dying,
Medics there...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old...

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Arcane Factories
Along the windswept wasteland
broken bones of humanity unimaginable 
a Tyranny in the mind's eye
bleak landscapes of industry churn
spires reaching to torch heaven,
huge towers of...

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