De'vil Gates


Death - Poem by De'vil Gates

My eyes dark as night
Never putting up a fight
my soul as cold as ice
light as smalll as mice
My heart as small as my life
id rather be stabbed with a knife
my life isn't worth living
no use in forgiving
my life is over done
just give me the gun
i will do the deed on my own
i am alone
no matter what you say
so just go away
you can't help me
this is my key
to be happy once more
but as i think there is more in store
if i die today
my soul will stay
In the world i call hell
then i this will be my cell
i will see all tortured soul
all destruction planes whole
so i shall put my weapon down
i put it on the ground
and walk away
at least i can die someday
free from all this misery
that come to me
that 1 day
i will be free


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 21, 2012


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