Eternally_Tragic1
Prophesy
Sink my body six feet deep, Cover me over so that
worms can creep. Call me dead and shed no tears,
For I'll return in a hundred years. Sing your songs
and drink your wine, While burrowing bugs come to dine.
The blackened shadows hold my soul tight, Sucking me
under before it takes flight. Watch and be wary for my
return, For when I come back you all will burn.
~Dena Collins~
"The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility." ~T.S. Eliot
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ~Edgar Allan Poe
"All things truly wicked start from an innocence." ~Ernest Hemingway
"I am not afraid of death, I just don't want
to be there when it happens." ~Woody Allen
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Eternally_Tragic1's Works
Poetry | 2006-08-03 | Goodbye To Me |