Words Poem by Cody Campbell

Sun shines on the marble floor
You here three knocks against your door
The reaper comes to hear your sin
You strive against yourself to win
He comes to see inside your soul
Your pears have cast there votes on a poll

Sticks and stones will break your bones
And words will always haunt you

Every wrong is justified
And every right is pushed aside
He extinguishes the light
That guides your desperate flight
Your words are wrong completely faulty
Though forcefully spitten, tasting salty

Sticks and stones will break your bones
And words will always haunt you

He will spend the night inside your mind
Till you learn to judge yourself and not man kind
You can try and beat him
Put a bullet in your head
But tonight you’ll surely find him
Standing at your bed

Sticks and stones will break your bones
And words will always haunt you

If you find the will to fight him
to throw him on your bed
you can stop your foot from kicking him
For he is surely dead
Pour gas upon the sheets
Bare a flame in hand
This will last past all your other feats
The reaper burned to sand

Your thoughts are your own
No longer to haunt you
Tonight you sleep alone