A slow demise upon the world,
A subtle end to life.
A singing, soft and sorrowful,
That tells of coming strife.
Hobbies
I write to warn the world ahead,
Of death that lies in sleep.
As to your pillow lays your head,
The devil's silent creep.
Favorite Games
If you would like go and hide,
I'll gladly count to ten,
And when you rise from darkened hole,
The boys become the men.
Favorite Movies
So hiding, scared, behind a chair,
Grounds you to this Earth,
While masked unknowns in tattered gowns,
Display their sadist mirth.
Whom I Respect
If you keep your cool,
Do not curse,
I reflect my admiral,
In my verse.
Sploder