"langoleers" poems
The gritty, grinding
Of the Langoleers
Sawing and gnawing
The bringers of fear
My mind is their playground
They are all that I hear
They are the Langoleers,
I tell you -
And they're at it again
I am trapped in their torrent -
Their tormenting pen
They've knocked me out for the count,
Now they're gloating
And ready to win
They're pouncing on my pain
And stirring up sin
They boast of their victory
Wearing a despicable grin
This sinister cycle of seismic suffering
Is all that these ******* Langoleers
Have been offering
I look towards the future -
Fiery hell is all that I'm seeing
As I watch these wretched Langoleers
Torture my entire being
While in their grasp,
There is no hope for escape
There is no hope for a freeing
As I scream in endless agony -
I'll eternally be seething
They are the Langoleers
And this is my story
Forgive me, friends,
If my tale is quite gory
But they are the Langoleers
That's just how they've rolled
Now I am just glad
That my stories been told
This is the story of the Langoleers
My torment
My darkness
The source of my fears
Take note, and beware
The horror
The nightmare
Of the Langoleers
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC