where will you be, when he comes for you?
I apologise for my lack of poems, and the lack of quality. My poems recently, they're an abomination in my eyes, but i figure i might as well post them anyway, lets hope i get out of this bad streak =D


happy death-day

The manical laugh
You hear as you die
as i sit a mock
about your pitiful cries

confusion and panic
all over your face
as im humoured about
you being a disgrace

blood starts to rush out
your times almost up
your life flashes by
you see how bad you'd screwed up

you wish to repent
you wish it away
but im the grim reaper
and todays your unlucky day



Poetry by cohen fox
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Written on 2010-03-25 at 18:39

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Baby_Boo
I like it (Y)
Keep writing
Soph x
2010-07-08


Phyllis J. Rhodes
A couragous write. Chilling in its possibility. I'm particularly impressed by the confusion by the dying subject, then the panic when reality hit.
I fear it will be that way for so many. Deception is a clever enemy and many are taken in. As a Christian I see this as a true depiction of the Evil One, Satan's conquest. How tragic.
2010-03-25


emma-lou
Really Good :)
Ill think about this before I die....
Thank you for a lovely read!
Keep writng and smiling
Em :)
xx
2010-03-25