Death sits strumming,
a tuneless dead sound,
humming from his guitar.
Souls floating away distantly,
some to peaceful places,
others scream in agony.
The guitar drowns in its
own agonised screams.
Knows so many secrets,
not everything is as it seems,
nor is it as the papers say.
Some people were alive long
after they were written away.
Others sat alone,
before anyone noticed
they hadn’t been seen in days.
Death plucks at the strings,
picking to make a noise,
he hums a few bars,
a refrain of lost hearts.
Painful sounds
slice,
screaming like a blade
down a chalkboard,
and the day turns to night,
as it is torn in half.
Death’s song
sings for everyone.
From the moment
you are born,
until the sad time
you are gone.
A ticking timebomb,
just waking up.
A date to wait upon.
but the guitar
is not portending doom.
It's saying whatever comes,
I will be walking beside you.
For death
is a guide to souls.
To show them
the new from the old.
Thanks for reading
Endless Nightmares out now
300 pages of horror themed poetic storytelliung
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