Seed of Pergatory
Contributed by
fadingaway
on
Sunday, 10th June 2007 @ 06:45:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I've scaled the cliffs of insanity,
Survived the pit of dispair,
I've been shunned by humanity,
A soul suspended in the air,
I wait for death to come for me,
Since life has left me lost,
I am the seed of a fire swamp tree,
Selling my soul was the only cost,
What is life without love,
What is pain without promise,
I live life dispite the dove,
I thank God for the suffering,
They say that angels don't kill,
Tell that to the crimson tear,
There He is, the reaper on the hill,
He's come for me in my 20th year,
My agony cries out in vain,
Death has not come for me to claim,
So hear I lay a forgotten stain,
Waiting within to play death's game,
Do not speak to me of misery,
For no sympathy you shall find,
For dispite my words of pity,
I will not be very kind,
They told me angle's don't kill,
Tell that to my crimson flow,
The sythe is suspended and still,
I guess it's time to go,
From the mouth of a dragon,
Comes the fires of hell,
To swallow me into pergatory.
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