"gullotine" poems
As I lay my head down to rest
You ask if you may pull the rope
And my response is be my guest
for what is life when you've lost all hope.
I watch as the golden blade seems to descend from heaven
Waiting for the blade to come crashing back down to earth
I was brought into this world at the hour of seven
And ever since cursed from my moment of birth.
Praise from others made my heart grow warm
So I gratefully agreed to stand atop there platform
But now I fear that I am in for a great fall
For I turned my back on reason and became like you all.
I look out into the crowd of spectators
And see not one of your faces
For instead all those people you called haters
Have taken your places.
I feel no regret, for I know my legacy no one shall ever forget.
Heaven or Hell it does not matter where I go for my end is but a show.
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 11:28 AM UTC