When the hammer falls, it comes down hard.
Should I bother, should I even try?
I know what's in store, I know the next card
It is played like any other, easy to read and easy to die.
Did I see death smile?
I've been led to believe, to trust in fate that I have a chance.
So skillful is the art, so wicked the guile.
Lone is my shadow, my heartbreaking dance.
Worry is a poison that fills my life.
Nothing is pretty, and flowers do not bloom.
My side and chest were pierced by the knife.
Days become the night, in this infinite gloom.
My spirit is in flight
My descent burns up my wings, silent screams as I fall.
Death you are my blight.
This sudden knock at my door, Carrion Step, final call.
Eternal sleeping, beautifully blue
Corpus delicti - my corpse displaying truth.
My remains subdued
Carrion to soothe - Carrion dance with me. Carrion will soothe - so carry on lucid youth.
Carrion is the absolute truth.
About the Creator
Kevin Klabon
I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.
I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.
If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.
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I really like this one!