It has been almost 4 years since I have been on here, and I am sure even longer since I have posted any poems. Hiya I'm Elizabeth.23. Reside in Nj. Poetry and I are trying to get reacquainted. Interests? Bdsm, Ddlg, psychology, kittens, kpop, korean culture, romance, love, the key to happiness. Feel free to shoot me a message anytime.
Death's song plays in tune,
in tune with lives he holds in his hands.
He plays of loneliness and depression to
he sings of lost lives and death itself counting
down until the lives of mortals are all gone.
Death keeps his tune with a flute that he hides
behind shadows and tucks deeply within.
His heart turned dark years and years before the moon
was introduced to the sun,
and before life corresponded to death.
He cared for no one and was taken the job of
lives of the lonely, the sick,
and the heartache,
he was told he couldn't come back,
so he spends eternity sitting beneath the
of the layers of dark corridors and dark passageways
of people's worst nightmares,
and the last thing you'll ever hear,
is the death's tune loud and clear.