Raindrops keep falling on the dead my coffin's too much for my head bound inside my shrouding tomb I feel the haunting of doom and gloom Those raindrops keep falling on the dead they keep falling on my coffin bed Now I'm not free the Reaper's shadowing me.
So I did me some talking to Mr. Death and he said he won't ease our rotted breath those raindrops will keep falling on the dead they'll keep falling on each coffin bed We will never be set free bound in the shadows of eternity.
A very frightful poem what makes all my hair stand on end. Outstanding horror imagery in this. I can hear that scream rattling about inside my head wanting to escape through my mouth. You're a Master of Horror for sure!
A frightening dark poem. Death personified and mean is ever. Such dark and spooky imagery in this over all fantastic horror poem. You did a creative and outstanding job on this Eric.
Nice flow of thoughts and you create dark vision and place with your words. I like the use of rain and the dead. Thank you for sharing the entertaining poetry.
Coyote
I've been writing since 1984.
I write poems, stories, lyrics & string haikus in a variety of genres: Horror, Nature, Inspirational, Comedy, Sexual, etc... Variety is what you will find here.
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