Angel of death roaming the earth.
Causing people so much hurt.
Taking lives with no regret.
Treating everyone like they're pets.
He slashes the bodies leaving them with blood and gore.
Not even looking back through that cold door.
They scream for help as their hearts soon stop beating.
Wondering why there life was this fleeting.
His hands are so cold and missing flesh.
Stealing lives because he thinks its best.
Wings of bones not used for flight.
There only there to give you a fright.
He always laugh as they scream out for help.
He pulls out there tongues as they start to whelp.
He smiles an evil smile that would make anyone run.
He loves no one and he will never stop until his job is done.
While you think your happy and filled with blithe.
The worse thing to look out for is his scythe.
Covered in rags and sharp as a knife.
He slowly steals your carefree life.
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Words To No One
PoetryThese are just poems that I have written for years now, but never was able to publish until now. I was in fear of what expressions they would bring to others, but I soon realized it didn't matter because they were words to no one.
