†• Poems By Demonatra •†
Death will bow his head
Death will bow his head
Poem: Death will bow his head before me
inclosed in a circle of dust
the blood from those who lost their minds
swim in a pool of lust
Dreams have shattered against the walls
yuo think it would be hard to find
a wonderland of pain and agony
for those who have lost their minds
To drink the poisonous blood of life
and to feed upon the souls as yet
death will bow his head before me
and the breath of it will have met
So feel free of mortal shame
to think of it as strife
Death will bow his head before me
before he takes my life
Tear it open
Tear it open.
Tear open the skin
And you will find
An empty space for a heart
And broken glass for a mind.
Lost inside a wandering dream
Full of weeds and stones,
Until you trip upon them,
The sacred remains of bones.
Tread carefully and you will find
Yourself in a sacred place.
The feel of death around you
Walking with a silent grace.
Feel no pain,
No wretched demise,
And there is no one
With a compromise.
Tear open my skin
And you will find,
A heart lost
And a twisted mind.
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