Aug 3rd. 2009
Another day, this way, we all still pray.Lost in translation a commotion lays in gray.
Toss the blade, this we bade.
Crisis flows deep in the ravine, driving hard
against my spline. Life’s red juice, spilling
killing, I’ve no more use.
The decapitated organist plays a somber note
As the blade pierces my throat.
Poe his brilliance running quickly through my mind.
A quote: “Nevermore” words, so sublime.
Darkness engulfs ever slowly,
Voices still yelling but now so lowly.
Pray for me a damaged vessel, I’ve lost
this round this wrestle.
Sweet dreams forever no will follow.
As my eye become dark and hollow.
Gates of gold await some,
What fate will befall me, when my breathing is done?
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.