Here I am compiling all my wackiest to saddest poems in one big bundle. It's updated very often, so keep your eye out for another addition, and enjoy!
~E.M. Flood
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It's midnight, congratulations! You've passed the final mark, Trust me, it's not easy When you'll step into the dark.
'Tisn't no mere shadow, no, It's suffocating black 'Tis where swirling, coiling demons hide You'd better watch your back.
You've made the journey countless times, Yet it's the first to count Of all the merry-go-round cycles This time you'll want to dismount?
Why shouldn't we be celebrating? You'll learn to live in "purified" hell I can't hide this attitude of morbid joy I hope it'll serve you well
Your cheeks can't be dry, yet you shed no tears For those whose blood have spilled Your soul's plagued with lonely cries The cries of those spirits who've been killed
I'd stare into those sorrowful eyes I'd chuckle back a scoff; I'd think, of all the merry-go-round cycles Where'll you decide to get off?
You'll take another step, as always You'll inure yourself to pain I'd promise you, to trek on But there's nothing left to gain
We'll rule this land, just you and I 'Tis an empty monarchy But as we'll prevail, you'll realize The obstacle, 'twas me.
I know my fate, my death, 'twas sealed That much I've known is true. But if I'd ever depart this merry-go-round The only one you'd have left would be you.
The world, 'tis an endless merry-go-round, It'd never think to slow So won't you board this endless merry-go-round? Please, ma'am, be my guest and go
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