Death's Sweet Lullaby
28 September, 2005
Author: Mike
"Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of magic."*
A land where tears are no more.
Where joy and laughter reign supreme.
Where smiles are the order of the day.
Where the cat always gets the cream.
Where sorrow is always left behind,
And sadness is shown the door.
Where blood stays flowing in your veins
And not dripping over the floor.
"Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of magic."
A land of no suffering, no tears, no pain.
A world of peace and fun.
A universe of joyful spirits,
A place where you can unload the gun.
It's so easy to get here.
A slit of the wrists will do.
One simple cut, all will be yours.
Happiness will finall come to you.
------- Author's Notes -------
"Come little children, I'll take thee away, |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Taylor James (194.81.223.62) -- Wednesday, September 28 2005, 02:00 pm mike,this is a really good poem.its snot ma all time favorite but its good.and hocus pocus oh dear lord what were you thinking.lol only joking... |
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