Let me tell you the story of my death:
Carving words on the bark of a tree
A poem that means life to me.
Glows through night, my soul delights!
*"Exist beyond my death, oh please...
So I could live in bliss at least."*
But they cut the tree, so mindlessly
Illegally. **** selfishly!
In chainsaw, I was murdered.
*A massacre,
... a massacre of my every being!!*
I'm a ghost that forgot, the best in me
Now writes relentlessly
To relive the words, once killed in greed
I found the "papers", the poems you lead...
Then before me, is some piece of me
they killed.
I died a hero,
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Let me tell you the story of my death:
Carving words on the bark of a tree
A poem that means life to me.
Glows through night, my soul delights!
*"Exist beyond my death, oh please...
So I could live in bliss at least."*
But they cut the tree, so mindlessly
Illegally. **** selfishly!
In chainsaw, I was murdered.
*A massacre,
... a massacre of my every being!!*
I'm a ghost that forgot, the best in me
Now writes relentlessly
To relive the words, once killed in greed
I found the "papers", the poems you lead...
Then before me, is some piece of me
they killed.
I died a hero,
