David the writer : Writing

Here Come Soldiers

Here Come Soldiers

A Poem by David the writer


We march all day, and nightWe fight for what's rightIf the propaganda fed to us is trueWhich is why we're killing youSwords and knives readyWith me, o..
The Right of the People

The Right of the People

A Poem by David the writer


One more shoveIn this world without loveWe'll fall over the edge of insanityAnd the abyss we'll seeEver wonder what was thereI never found myself to c..
Our City

Our City

A Poem by David the writer


Vengeance was hereAnd I can still smell fearScientist gone insaneAnd he unleashed evils of his brainTested on a humanNow it's a wolf manRan to natureT..
No Man's Land

No Man's Land

A Poem by David the writer


I hear it allA breaking wallWar has begunOh joy, and funThe governmentKillers they've sentCalled them soldiersBut they're just killersA bloody war to ..
A Romantic Halloween

A Romantic Halloween

A Poem by David the writer


Love is fearAnd when you're nearAll will shoutShout aboutUs the nightUs their frightTheir souls are oursIt's their final hoursCause you're my babyScar..
The Nightmare

The Nightmare

A Poem by David the writer


Welcome to the nightmareNo one here has to careThe sun can never riseAnd the moons always gazeHere in the land of fearNot a smile draw nearNo one know..
Black Magic Freedom

Black Magic Freedom

A Poem by David the writer


I'm on my ownI'm aloneWithout a fate sownNot your droneBlack magic animalismAnd it is called realismIndividualismBlack magic humanismSo hold the phone..
War Hounds

War Hounds

A Poem by David the writer


Ashes in the wind blow awayAs a war rips through todayNo one's safe as cities burnAs their dark minds still churnTurning homes into war groundsAs inno..
The ashes always blow away

The ashes always blow away

A Poem by David the writer


I'm the only one left to stayEverything fades awayEverything I've lovedEverything I've wantedHere I stand in this landShattered memories of blissPain ..
We, the Beast

We, the Beast

A Poem by David the writer


I can feel my nails growAnd my body changingTo night, the crows will crowAnd their souls will be weepingA man to a beast, to a tragedyI wish I could c..