I'm all alone and desiring to be free,
Shackled and petrified of fear they want me to feel.
Blood drenches on my ally's body,
Falling slowly and breathing heavily.
Oh! I see their conceited eyes!
And hilariously laughing at our unwanted cries!
One shouted "PLEASE JUST STOP!"
And then fell down with just one stomp.
Killed him with a sickle his head fell of,
Three of us left and slowly dying of bleeding cough.
It's almost my turn and I'll be saying goodbye,
I'm so sorry, Oh Lord! For what I have Done!
Please save me from my punishment to come,
I don't want to die and feel this shivering cold.
My two friends died and it's me that's left,
The sickle swung on my head and I was left unconscious.
And suddenly I saw a light and a hand lending to me,
It was just a nightmare of what things to come.
Now that I've felt on knocking on death's door,
It is a chilling feel of the Grim Reaper's pleasure.
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The Woebegone's Deepest Thoughts
PoetryAll we can do is to write what we feel, what we experience in life and what dramas we've been through in our lives. A collection of book consisting of poems and short stories dedicated to the people who can relate theirselves about it. Some are real...
