The song of death descends
a lonely, bitter end
why did it happen this way?
why did he have to pay?
I guess karma it is
because something was amiss.
Without uttering a word, he left
to welcome the grim reaper, sweet death.
When he was alive, he had lied
but that is no serious crime.
The burden of the lie was too great,
so you see it was too late.
He stood at the window upright
on a clear peaceful night,
the moon, his solitary friend
and the night engulfing only to lend
the warmth, a black mantle’s embrace,
for he was hoping his crimes to erase.
To lie about a ****** was wrong
and to admit it, he was not strong
his dear brother he had killed
with no intent and no will.
hunting in the woods, his brother ran ahead
and onto the wrong path he was led
but John did not care,
his brother would come back without scare.
Soon he saw a deer and the trigger was pulled
the bullet fired followed by a soft lull.
The deer had sprung and sped away
like an enlarged scared rabbit if you may
but the bullet had sunk in flesh
and who’s was it that it was so fresh?
John hurried to his brother
who said “I’m ok, but my rib will be a bother.”
the red pond had expanded
and the salty stench in the air had landed.
Soon his lips stopped moving
and eyes of a doll started forming.
The silence broken by John’s pained scream,
for him it was like a lethargic dream.
He had to go home and lie
but in his room he would cry.
And so he set off one night
to commit suicide.