God bless the heartless
As they cloak themselves in darkness
For their souls
Are empty
Like rotting corpses
Their hearts not beating anymore
Their hearts decay
As they descend into the grave.
“Don’t go there!”
No longer does the corpse cry out for help.
He doesn’t care.
If you try to help him,
If you dig up his grave,
He will only be a stinker.
“Don’t go there!”
Though he is dead,
He will rebuff you
Fighting harder than any immortal being could;
If you try to talk to him,
He will not answer.
Except to say:
“Don’t go there!”
Copyright © 2011 David S. Robinson. Any part of this work may be transmitted, preformed or otherwise used in any form, so long as 1) I am clearly identified as the author, 2) a link or URL to this site is included, and 3) no changes are made without my prior written consent.
p.s. Feel free to comment on anything you liked or didn't like. :)
As they cloak themselves in darkness
For their souls
Are empty
Like rotting corpses
Their hearts not beating anymore
Their hearts decay
As they descend into the grave.
“Don’t go there!”
No longer does the corpse cry out for help.
He doesn’t care.
If you try to help him,
If you dig up his grave,
He will only be a stinker.
“Don’t go there!”
Though he is dead,
He will rebuff you
Fighting harder than any immortal being could;
If you try to talk to him,
He will not answer.
Except to say:
“Don’t go there!”
Copyright © 2011 David S. Robinson. Any part of this work may be transmitted, preformed or otherwise used in any form, so long as 1) I am clearly identified as the author, 2) a link or URL to this site is included, and 3) no changes are made without my prior written consent.
p.s. Feel free to comment on anything you liked or didn't like. :)
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