Wrong Turn Poem by Gianni Pintus

Death took me unfairly. Gone soon,
Soon my eyes where all over the moon.

There is so little I can do for now,
The funeral will be the last bow.

Gone in the mist, with flashes on my mind,
Gone too fast from a past behind.
I touch them in my dreams all those bodies,
No so much, as you never noticed.

Black sky in the front door,
The ghost blade is so sore.
I felted the sudden storms,
I felt black circles around my room,

Distant voice is what only can hear,
Deep inside me there is only uncertain fear.
Open this coffin now, as I need leave,
Open it now for f..k sake as I can't breath.