Ok, the last one for the night by my fiancee. He has gotten excited about all the comments on his poems. Harvester Of Sorrows Time flows, turning and burning, non-stop. The past fading like the wind for those, the grave, on top. Bur below lays the world, for none to see. Where-in dwells the solitary monster that is me; A vision of ugliness to be found. Six-feet deep, buried, in not so sacred ground. Here in this land with no more tomorrows. Lays me, the shadowy harvester of sorrows. A loathsome soul from whom all the pain doth flow. A lonely creature, of love, he will never again know. A reaper of pain with scythe in hand. Forever destined to dwell within this deadened land. Forgotten by the devilish cupid, everyone doth love. Lost forever and one from the lightened world above. Lives go on, and people do die. But they rest in peace in their graves where they do lie. Unlike them I exist only in a life within death. All joy had left when my heart exhaled its last breath. So Ill end my existence here with no tomorrows. Until my final decay I should be the harvester of sorrows. Only sign of the happiness that lacks from this place. Is the deadened smile worn upon my fleshless face. Life lays frozen deep below the blackened Earth. A shadowy world which live known since birth. With scythe in hand I walk beyond the light. In my own existence int he time beyond midnight. I lay and wait for my light to fade away. Maybe then I can see again the new light of day. Until that day doth arrive. I shall stay here just sort of alive. A solitary monster with no hope for tomorrow. Eternally damned to be the harvester of sorrow. A solitary, shadowy, form clad in a torn shroud. Hopeless until time and times are done. Lost in a dead world where light, there is none. Nothing left, fading further with every exhaled breath. Being immersed deeper into the strong stench of death. Now is the time for this sordid tale to end, Thank you for the ear you did lend. Return now to your hope filled world of tomorrows. Leave me now, and forget the harvester of sorrows. Aaron Criss 01
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 04:47:23 +0000
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