Surrounded by statues and graves
This is the fate of the brave
Death and darkness creeping in
Be ready to defend
This becomes a test of fate
Fight to return or enter death's gate
Death comes with a vengeful hunger
Ready to drag you into an eternal slumber
Death begins dragging you down
Burring you deep within the ground
Feel the hands of death grip you tight
Now is the time to fight
Nails of death cutting into your skin
Blood dripping from the open wounds, find the strength within
This isn't a fate to be confined to
Fight death to break through
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"Nails of death cutting into your skin" .. ew.
ReplyDeleteHey but it's really good :)
The poem IS supposed to be dark. And c'mon you've thought about grosser stuff.=)
ReplyDeleteThanks =D
Nope. I don't write poems. I don't get how people can write them. It's so difficult to write.
ReplyDeleteI like:)
ReplyDeleteKeep blogging..
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ReplyDeleteThanks guys =)
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