Apocalyptica : Bones

 

Death let out a groan,

a pitiful moan,

then twiddled his thumbs,

the joints cracking,

"Aahhh, I am sooo bored.

This ache inside

can no longer be ignored,

I need to get out,

do something fun"

 

"We could go for a run"

 

"I said fun!

Something exciting,

something stimulating,

to engage my brain,

to claw through

the nagging emptiness

that sits like a stain

on the rug of solitude"

 

"Pub?" War shouted,

more in hope

than as a question.

 

"Yeah, fuck it" 

Death replied, 

the secret joy inside 

he could barely hide,

his cloak already on

ready to leave the house.

 

Dog licked his lips,

drooled

and started to yap,

"Woof"

*Translated

"Ooh, check out the bones on that"

 

 

 

 

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