Every where i go,
death follows me,
his accomplice on his shoulder,
waiting for a feed.
The blood raven calls,
“your soul is mine to keep.”
my heart grows cold,
and my eyes begins to weep.
Infected with a darkness that none can understand,
death offers me asylum in a dark and foreign land,
a land full of souls, just as lost as mine
stuck in the dark for an endless lenghth of time
The raven calls again.
“Please accept our offer, friend,
you’ll be with your own till the passage of time ends.”
And with that final word, they return to their land.
The offer on the table and a blade in my hand
a payment of blood must be made as per demand
i plunge the blade in deep and let the blood flow to my hand
a type of crimson currency that none would understand
A currency only accepted by a dark, mysterious man,
a man named death with whom we humans aren’t a fan,
but he will be the only one awaiting in that land,
waiting in the dark with his raven in his hand.
And so my journey ends, as i stand by deaths side,
alone in the dark where the souls tend to hide,
the darkness is so thick that i may as well be blind,
stuck here forever, till the end of time.
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I like that, your a good writer.