I’ve stood upon the precipice, Awaiting was only death. Though she left that night alone, For even I was able to refuse her. The cold grip was not enough, A fire was lit unto me, And I was freed.
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Red Sun 06/08/2021
When the Gods diedThe masses cried The red sun is nighBlood fell from the sky Drenched was the groundScreams created soundEscape was not foundDeath to be all around The God’s were deadThe masses fell red The red sun endedBlood and bodies mended The world was lostDeath was the costSouls became frostDying from the exhaust
My End 04/23/21
Foreboding memoriesUnder a blood moonDriven to madnessBy feelings of worthlessnessWhere my Gods weptBut the flame that burnsWithin my soul is blackUnrelenting and fierceTheir tears cannot stopThe heat from consumingEverything that thrives in meMy end is nighHappiness dwindlesFleeting from my beingAnd soon the reaperWill take me uponThe depths of darknessSo I will be forgottenMy exploits rememberedWillContinue reading “My End 04/23/21”
Poetry by BD3 