- March 13, 2017
"This is the end of all our lives...
This is the end of all we know.
I'm running from my insanity
I'm running through the blood soaked snow.
This is not the end of your life,
But the beginning of a nightmare.
Grab your gun, take your knife
This isn't just a scare.
I can hear him calling out, even though I'm all alone.
He's coming now to take my soul,
And drag me down to hell.
I can hear him whispering to me, can hear his tortured moan.
Run my son if you wish to live,
Ignore my dying screams.
Run away, and don't look back
No matter how safe it seems.
Soon I'll be taken by insanity, the voices taking control.
But you must always stay strong, you must never waver.
Run my son, if you wish to keep your soul
This time there'll be no savior.
Run away, don't look back. Keep your eyes ahead.
You're brother and I will soon be gone, taken by our madness.
Run away my little boy, before we take your head
Run away my little one, past my blood now soaked in snow.
Run away my little one, before you're torn apart...
Run away, my little child, before I break your bones."
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Tenebris, Vol. I
PoetryA collection of poems from the heartbreak, loss, depression, loneliness, and destruction of a teenage boy who's mind he can't escape from Contains dark imagery, reference of depression, suicide, and some mentions of my own past with self harm. But w...
