Cloak

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Cloak

The cloak of darkness surrounds me
surrounding my very being
Darkness, the darkness, embedded into my soul
How can I ever escape?

My soul is tainted with your blood
Tainted by that gun
The shadows come; they are near
I can still see your face

I tried to run, I tried to scream
Nothing would come out
I'm so sorry, you are dead
dead by my own hand

Your ghost keeps haunting me
deep within my dreams
there is no peace, there is no rest
for the man who had to kill

I couldn't save you, I could have tried
All in all I had failed
You are dead, by my own hand
and now you're in my dreams

Leave me be, you tormenting spirit
Let me have my rest
I'll take this gun, I shot you with
and blow it into my chest

I pull the trigger, and now I'm gone
and yet you still remain
You follow me, there is no peace
for the man who killed

I cannot run, I see my fate
darker than your hell
I must live with what I did
there shall be no rest

I am that man, the one who killed
I shot you in the head
I saw your pain, I saw my shock
There is no rest, there is no peace
for the man who kills.....

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Venom637’s Poems (35)

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Curse from God 0
Tainted 2
Gothic Christmas 1
Shattered Souls 1
Blank 2
I am darkness 0
I could only try 1
Broken 2
Cloak 0
This is it 3
My prayer 4
Escape 2
Alone 2
Tainted 2
Succubus 0
Reflection 3
Twisted 1
Stripped Away 3
Dead Man's dance 3
Darkness Rang 1
One Thorn 2
Life 1
Insane 0
FairyTale 0
Lost 1
Mislead 0
Dead 1
Dead once more 2
The roses were red 2
For the life we live 0
The Last Rose 2
Against my will 2
The Color Red 3
Sea of Lies 5
Ten Black Roses 9