Art – Page 7 – thoughtscreateweb

Sometimes its hard to write poetry, Drawing out those characters, Some spelling out harmony, other words equaling discord, As the ebb and tide of my emotions flow, Ever changing is the mystery of that poetic flow.

Feed me that phych’a’delic

(Trigger Warning: Suicide ) All ready to die, Take me on to the edge of suicide, All ready to die, Take me on to the edge of suicide, baby, Take me on to the edge, Take me on to the edge, Onto the edge, Onto the edge, Take me baby, on that deadly ledge, Deadly…

Encore

(This is a work of art about Death) The silence beckons, The grave strives, Death works his magic touch, Barge of life awaits, Tickets sold to Death Gate, Down the river wading in bone and gore, Awaiting Deaths encore. (This is a work of art about Death)