The death List

A knock arose at the door

Late one night

The house was sound

Lights dissolve for the night

I see something

Tall and black

The thing stands in the dark

The porch light is dead

Dressed in a black hooded cape

This tall figure with no face

Bones are his body

The hour glass sways

A pendulum of death

A death list waving around his scythe

For The reaper has come

For my lifeless body 

Of no good deeds

The gun still smokes on the floor

His dead finger pointed 

I succumb to this hell

for I have to follow 

Reviews

[sarah]

Whoa! that is intense

[MuSe Ampoule]

Oooh...just when you thought swallowing a barrel was the solution, the grim reaper rings your door bell. Can a girl not get some peace around here??? huh? No? Oh, well.

Great job sweets, keep it up!

[Nothing Personal]

On Death, On pure evil. On Darkness. On No Hope. A dark saga of the utterly hopeless, lifeless. I see a sense of submission to darkness in your works lately. Seems you are really fascinated by this side of the world. Good work :-)