Poetry

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Death has become me
death has followed me through
death is all i've come to see
death was all i knew.

my family hunted, i now know death is true
to see them being hacked away
to know it was done all by you
now i see everything important is gone to my hearts dismay.

Crying for there lives, is what i do today
hurting myself for them is how i deal with it
wishing for revenge i stay
in this corner on this day i sit.

my thoughts are done my plan is set
my weapons gathered, your death is met.

Flowers Bloom In The Death Of A Child's Heart
I'll probably up and cut your throat
At the house of dead

As the little child cries
Your rare original hearblood does tread

From the slit i made for you
Dripping the crimson blood flows

Sleep with the fishes
The guardian stalks your enternal soul

Down into hades dungeon
They pass your pieces round

Without believing a word
The color of mourning creates the horrifying sound

She cries again as your taken away
There are flowers on her head

A creak across my soul that day
Brings images of her now resting in her dark colliding bed

the dark sweet water enfolds me here with the whispers calling in the dead
And with the weapons chosen the death day is set

Grama Claudette
Grama so nice
Grama so strong
If she hadn't smoked
She could've lasted so long.

I loved her much
I loved her well
As we played our cards
She seemed so swell!

Good points and bad
Grama was lovely
Sometimes very sad
But always honored
With pride.

I miss her now
As I will always
As I will bow
For the rest of my days.

I will mourn
On a bright shiny day
To prove i would never forget
Such a wonderful woman in may.

To grama Claudette
In which whom
I could and never
Would forget.

I know it's a little late
Dear Grampa,

I know i am a little late,
to much time passed by,
i miss you every hour of the day,
i wish to see you again.

Im sorry the celtic cross fell away,
believe me i never meant it that way,
I tried to cry at first,
it didn't work very well...
that doesn't mean i dont miss you,
that i dont love you
its been 1 month and 4 days,
i know you've seen me late at night wishing for your appearance..
i will soon climb that hill again,
to tend your resting place,
I'll place a rock and a picture,
that i have specially drawn for you...
maybe even with a frame.

I miss you always i wish you never left,
i think of you and sleep by ur teddy and your toque,
waiting for your return,
a message, a dream
any sign of you.

I miss you Grandpa...so sorry im late