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this is my frist poem... hope you like |
Cold Steel Cold steel against my neck Stained red with the blood of my comrades Does my world end like this? At the hands of a cold and heartless warrior Why should I die when he should live? The minutes that have passed seem like days Pain and cold are all I feel As the minutes go by I become weaker and weaker I no longer feel the pain only the cold The deep cold of this winter night I feel it in my veins as my life force drains The snow around me is stained red from my blood Darkness is coming yet I still see light Light coming from far above This is it my time is up And yet I feel as if I still have so much to do I need life No i want life I want life to the point that I would sell my soul just for a second chance at life Damn the gods Damn them for all I wanted was life when I had nothing but death They gave me a chance at paradise Paradise I could have had paradise but I wanted life not paradise I turned away from paradise How dare they not give me life did I not die fighting in their name? My hate towards them was immeasurable This hate angered them I did not care that they were angered my hate My not caring sealed my fate to be condemned Oh what I would have done if I still had a chance to live If only my heart was still beating with the fire of life If the blood still flowed within theses veins But these are but mere wishes Wishes from the spirit of a lifeless corpse I am nothing but a soul wishing for life These wishes have condemned me Condemned me to wander this earth for all eternity |