My poems

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Death: As I sit and watch the world below jumping to its death. I notice there is nothing I can do to stop it. As pain calls to the world help me. The pain is worse now. I can here the childrens screams of pain. I can here the womens screams of being battered. I can here the never ending holler of death screaming through my doors late at night. I can here the wind blowing so loud it hurts my ears. Why do we die we all ask ourselves. Not knowing who to ask. Soon are day comes a day of rain, calmness, and dispare. A day of black and gray. Nothing to relive this pain. The pain of dying. -DaRkAnGeL One of us… I cut myself today Not knowing where to bleed. As I set and watch the world below. Jumping to its death. As we jump into the clouds everyday. We lose are hopes are dreams, and everything. The only thing that is left. Is love. The beauty of Love and Peace Is leaving this hatred world. The only thing we have left is Death For death is a part of us. Death is a everyday thing it is a thing that never stops. The pain is worse than ever. The only thing we hear at night is the screams the screams of children hungry on the streets, the screams of people and the raping and the killing and the pain. Nothing, nothing at all but death. -DaRkAnGeL Fear As we walk the paths of nothing you see I am nothing. I am your most greatest fear for I am nothing. Fear is nothing as you see. It is this silly thing made up in your head. Nightmares are fear and fear is nothing. So why do we fear no fear? Why do we have fear of having no Fear? For fear is nothing. They keep calling me. They keep calling me. Voices from the walls. They tell me to walk the narrow paths. They tell me to go down the downward spiral. They tell me I am good and make me feel wanted. They keep calling me. They call me from the walls. They call me from the floor. They keep calling me. They tell me things that make me feel better. They make me feel good. They keep calling me to go with them. They say to a place of happiness. They tell me I will live good here. They tell me everything is okay. They keep calling me. But I chose to say no. For I am afraid what might happen. But they still Calling me. -DaRkAnGeL Passenger I am a passenger. I spin around and around. Till the sound of death knocks on my door. The call of death frightens me. For I don’t know what will happen to my soul when I die. Where will I go? Will I go to a lake of lava burning in hell for ever. Or will I go to a place of beauty a place where I am wanted. For I am a passenger. Spinning round and round to the death arrives. -DaRkAnGeL
A poem not written by me!
they writhe and twist in the face of death.. as i stand before my feast of the flesh.. they know not what lies before the dawn.. yes, they know not what they have taken on.. they search for a way to escape this place.. but all they find is my cold black face.. they have opened their hearts and let me in.. they cry as their blood starts to drip down my chin.. i crave their blood so innocent and pure.. that is it, my only cure.. my burning star, ever so bright.. who, who shall i kill tonight.. then i'll return to this place i call Hell.. this place i know and love so well.. nothing... by Jayme Arrasmith back to my homepage