My Old Poems (2011)

Death's Grip #11

My body is so numb

Some people's solution may be rum

But my solution is to caress 

And to see you in that dress

I will be in the background

You will hear no sound

Right now I am drawing a blank

And I have no rank

You will have a great marriage

And a ride in a carriage

We will be here for you

Though we are few

It's time for me to walk away

And go astray

My life is in such disarray

This will end in fray

When will Death's Grip release me

When will I be free

My hate flows

But it never shows

I do so much 

But I end up with a crutch

Everything I seem to do in vain

Seems like there is nothing to gain

You put me to shame

Is this a game

I seem to have no voice

Or no choice

So please drop the Newport 

This will cut your life short

I cannot see through this haze

Is this just a phase

When will I quit

When will all the pieces fit

My life is slowly condescending

It is still rendering

How is all this linked

Then I blinked 

And you were gone

But you were such a drone

Everything happens for reason

But what you are doing is treason

When will Death's Grip release me

When will my soul be free

His glory is shown

Stop being such a drone

Stop being such a puzzle

You will be at the end of my muzzle

Use your ears to listen

And let your heart glisten

This is such a shame 

Why am I playing your game

You have me in checkmate

You are fueling my hate

You will miss the gate

But then it's too late 

I feel like I am in prison 

But you are risen

You are still plundering

I am still wondering

I keep thinking with glee

One day I will be free

When will Death's Grip release me

When will my soul be free