Death's taste part 2

by Tainted Beauty   Mar 11, 2005


Sitting in the corner,
Death about to swallow me whole,
It already rotted out my body, my mind,
And now it wants my soul,
It stretches out its dark arm,
Ready to devour me,
It's feeding on my heart,
Growing stronger with every beat,
I'm surrounded by the dark,
About to loose my life,
Wishing it was over,
Wait for the strike,
Here it comes I’m ready,
I'll take it like a man,
I've suffered,
Now I'm about to die in his hands,
With a tiny little smirk,
Barely seen under his cloak.
He took me in his arms,
And my soul he began to choke,
I've been through so much torture,
And it's finally my time,
No more pain and agony,
No more trying to hide.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Hidden Meaning

    brillliant . . .nothing else to say but brilliant . . .5/5

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