Poetry, for no damn good reason, dont know how many Ill post yet..

GRIM REAPER
Wickedness will find you
He’s knocking on your door
In the evil in his gleaming staff
Your names engraved galore
Hear the malicious cackle
The screech of nails on walls
Your prepared shackle
And the souls that took the dire falls
Billowing is his robe a hurricane of black behind him
An omen of your fate
Curse you blasted grim
Do not take me in this state
Draped hands grab toward your throat
And you know these are your last moments
Nothing to leave behind, no testimony or books you wrote
Nothing but the enclosure of this barb wire fence
May your epitaph read “he found me in my sleep”
We’ll all come to see you one late time
But from you we will not get a peep
The dagger twists deeper, our hearts in bind
Death takes many forms
One of them is rage
See the humans turn to storms
They’re sick of being sage


NO TITLE FOR THIS ONE LOL

My feet pound the hardened earth I’m running from the terror and anguish stretches across my face under the night sky of secretive death, the trees above my head are ablaze with fierce ferocity, my feet are under such pain from the speed at which I execute my escape that I fear I’ll never reach a safe haven, I feel unprotected and watched by seething rage of disappointed faces, rain floods from the lying sky, the abrupt change stops me in my tracks, the elixir pours over my aching body, the hell fire around me goes out, the angels must be crying.

Dont know why I picked these two, Ill post more later, I have about a million on my computer, I randomly chose these two in fact I have more that I like better ill post them at some point im sure