Death of a Poet
One knocks on the window
Another pounds on the door
Just like the pounding in my brain
Bringing me to the floor
The storm rages inside
As is the devils delight
I crumble and plea for mercy
As voices scream through the night
Cloaked now in sorrow
Beginning to cry
Unwilling to let others see
As I curl up and die
As my body shudders
The pen shakes in my hand
Writing these last few incoherent words
Before leaving this land
Life is what you make it
As I could not see
The drugs lying beside my corpse
Told you what killed me
Riding this chariot
Taking me straight to hell
Pain and suffering burning through me
As the words I tried to sell
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