Poetry

Let death do the rest

(Authors Note: I know this is very depressing, but it sort of just came out, ya know? Please give me your comments, votes, and advice. I would really appreciate it.)

Why oh why did death go by, on that truly horrid day.

It haunted me and taunted me, until it had to stay.

It made me cry all of the night, till I could cry no more.

So now Im its slave in the day, and it hides deep inside my core.

It has made me do so many sins, its become a really big pile.

And now that I think about it, every day I lose a little bit more of my smile.

It makes me judge and hold a grudge, until the day I die.

I am no longer able to control myself, so I let out a very big sigh.

Will I ever be free again, or is this my destiny.

To bring pleasure to the demons of death, and create a war in history.

I have never been completely happy, when I did their dirty deeds.

But it's the only thing I know, that fills this evil soul that always needs to feed.

And if I try to fight back at them, they always seem to win.

For it is their game that I am playing, and I always have to give in.

I have never tryed to commit suicide, or try to kill someone else.

But if you ever pass by me, I may get you in trouble myself.

So if you ever see a girl, that is sitting all alone.

She has a little sadness in her eyes, and wants you to take her home.

But do not even go near her, for it is me that is hidden inside.

And she just may persuade you, that today is the day you die.