Deep
When people read this poem they asked if I was mad when I wrote it. Truth is it is one of the saddest yet happiest poems I've written. In this poem what's happening is happening to me. The last four lines say the most. Let me know what you think.
Hold your f*cking tongue
While I crush your gasping lung
Do not wallow
You were always hollow
As your tears become hard to swallow
Take a look to the sky
Just before you die
I’ve come for your faded soul
Now you must pay the Reapers toll
You’ve been dying since the day you were born
And now that your soul is completely torn
I RIP it from your limp casing
Here’s what you’ve been chasing
An end to the torment and the lasting torrent
I drag your flailing soul into the Deep
Where you will always and forever weep
While I crush your gasping lung
Do not wallow
You were always hollow
As your tears become hard to swallow
Take a look to the sky
Just before you die
I’ve come for your faded soul
Now you must pay the Reapers toll
You’ve been dying since the day you were born
And now that your soul is completely torn
I RIP it from your limp casing
Here’s what you’ve been chasing
An end to the torment and the lasting torrent
I drag your flailing soul into the Deep
Where you will always and forever weep
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