Short Angstdeath Poems

Dark Rhyme

what do you call a creature, 

, whom even death refuses rest. 



being chipped away piece by piece, 

it suffers death of the spirit, 

and heaven turned it way,rejecting it iternal peace , 



an unatural body is a sham, 

when deprived of a soul 

it is a laughingstock in the place of the damned. 



I hear the toll of the bell chimes, 

for now I'll leave you to ponder, 

the answer to my dark ryhmes.