I walk through the room of skeletal remains,
I watch the man jump, watch him as he hangs.
The bell rings true and strong,
The shadows grow to show what we did wrong.
The murderers live happy, the druggies remain,
The good people dead, noble and slain.
But it's alright, don't cry my child,
It hurts only for a bit, then the pain grows mild.
Be glad that life is leaving you today,
The pain will finally go away.
I leave your body on the ground,
Laugh as I leave the paradise you found.
Your crying stops and your soul departs,
I'm glad we helped the dying hearts.
This bloodbath here, our daily "meth",
The dead lie here, in this tomb of death.
I walk through the room of skeletal remains,
What's the point now that you're slain.
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I wrote this poem because I never write poems that rhyme. I tried to challenge myself and this is what I came up with. It only took about 15 minutes but I figured I might as well post it.
A few of the lines were a little too long and they ruined the flow of the poem. I was going along with a great sense of rythm and then it was like BAM! too long of a line
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I never thought of any concept like the one you so poetically introduced. Happiness in death, but sadness in life? That's deep.