I walk with Death...
I walk with Death everyday
And talk to her about human things
Not about life or death
Not in our place.
Not where She haunts.
I feel her hands
Taking mine
Not to take my soul
But to take my heart
To where She haunts.
I've known her family
Her sisters of grief and insanity
And they too walk these hallways
Our corridors
Where She haunts.
I know she'll take me too
One day
But not now
For now we walk
Where She haunts.
Author's Notes:
Hmm I liked this when I wrote it but now I'm not so sure. Eh. I never was good at poetry. Oh and here's a cool site of very classy Death, Delirium & Co pictures. Which my friend Octavia-Snape drew, she even did me one for me squeee!
http://www.geocities.com/parkerjones84/gallery
I walk with Death everyday
And talk to her about human things
Not about life or death
Not in our place.
Not where She haunts.
I feel her hands
Taking mine
Not to take my soul
But to take my heart
To where She haunts.
I've known her family
Her sisters of grief and insanity
And they too walk these hallways
Our corridors
Where She haunts.
I know she'll take me too
One day
But not now
For now we walk
Where She haunts.
Author's Notes:
Hmm I liked this when I wrote it but now I'm not so sure. Eh. I never was good at poetry. Oh and here's a cool site of very classy Death, Delirium & Co pictures. Which my friend Octavia-Snape drew, she even did me one for me squeee!
http://www.geocities.com/parkerjones84/gallery