My mind becomes absent
As I grip all 12 gauges
Nothing will banish these demons
Not even the burning sages
They will call this, one for the ages.
Salvation enters the chamber
Happening so fast it seems slow
Staring into the dark twisted
Awaiting the sudden glow
The reaper witnesses the show.
He didn't wear a black robe
He didn't have a skeleton hand
He was every regret and mistake
Manifested into man
And I was falling into his plan.
The slide racks forward
My head rests on the round
My finger releases the freedom
My body falls down
Makes one with the ground
And when no one appears
At the morgue or in the hearse
No one to tell of good memories
As I'm lowered into the Earth
For they are avoiding a curse
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Author:
Simple-Man87 (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2016 23:22
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow, I wasn't expecting that when I saw the title an yet what you did write touch me to the core it was amazing thank for sharing~ silver
You're very welcome.
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