The End

this poem is better read on a cold dark night
sit quietly in the dim candle light
let the dim light guide you letter by letter
become your own bodies shelter

think of a dark tomb, cursed and darkened with unlife
think of the cold, lifeless bone corpses as you lay
feel the breeze of the bone cold room
the end of many in the stone tomb

a man walks in with cold dark eyes
many tools and weapons hang from his sides
lifeless you seem as he looks upon thee
and you upon him, you see he's an enemy

he lifts you up from the cold dark room
and places you on a table in the pitch dark womb
chaining you down, he hums a lu lu bye
as if to say nicely, your going to die

a silent threat enters your head
dulled by fear, hate, cold, and dread
quickening your pulse, you fight the chains
crying out now, your lifted until you hang

crying hatefully, you spit in his eye
just as he slices you from toe to thigh
firey pain burns through your veins
he licks your blood with hot tongue and fangs

demanding for justice, demanding for help
he slashes you deeper making you yelp
dont kill me please you cry in vain
he bites your arm, peicing a vein

laying, almost limp, an arm and legs lame
your brutal murderer will become your fame
rattleing your chains, he smiles with white teeth
a slow drizzle of blood, a warning to the evil beneath

smiling still with sanguine fangs he turns his back
turning around holding an axe ready to attack
swinging swiftly, showing around
he smiles heartfully as your bound

taking a step he raises the axe high
you look away and wince as you prepare to die
deep throated laughter you hear
hate and anger raised, you begin to swear

he stands silently, a deep smile in his eyes
a reflection of all the things he tries
crying now, begging to be let go
he laughs and taunts your sorrow

your tears of pain turn to hate
he smiles knowing your taking the bait
you glare at him, damning him to hell
cursing everything of his, including this dark dwell

he laughs and flicks on a light
the cold cement room becomes glaring and bright
you stare blankly around the space
you see more torture tool, your heart starts to race

still crying, asking him why
he smiles and whispers cool and sly
"This is the end, your doomed to die
now my angel, soar past the sky!"

lifting the axe he so menacingly held
with so many others he mercylessly killed
raising it high above his head
your heart sinks, as if to hell, you die in dread