death poem

the man who went around in circles

He only saw darkness were there was light,
but eventually he did see a spark of light,
now being out off bed out and about,
darkness fading,
he no longer complaining-
He then got hit again,
by some strange dark thought,
his own brain tripped him,
and now he only saw darkness again,
it was all in his brain,
it became too much for him this,
going around around and around in circles,
there was no miracles,
you can find him in the Saint.Michaels cementary.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

P.S. uplifting right?

In cold blood

Darkness felt over him,
he didn’t know why
but, he started to sing

“A little bit of flesh here and there”
“A little slice of flesh there and here”

He sang and sang,
he didn’t know why
but, it was a high with a big bang

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.