Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

1
As dawn
A-wake.
Flickers of 
Mahogany
Yell-out 
Es-cape,
On rust-ique 
Dust a-cross 
A Grim 
Land-scape.
Or simp-ly 
My ashes fall-ing,
Tall at
Heavens Gate.
2
Once lost 
At large.
Now Found
Me by poss-e
Of shotgun 
Star- wear-ing
Dep-u-ties.
Now back in Town
Quickly tri-ed 
Then Found guilt-y.
For murder
I sentence,
Ex-e-cu-tion.
3
Last  wish
Cigar dim lit
Al-most done.
As I gaze 
Along the rays 
Of the Sun.
On -to 7
RE-AD-AY!!
Load-ed 
Shot-guns,
Asking Is there 
Any last words
You want to make?
4
Yes! 
Prom-is-es I 
Want to make.
With each 
A-IM!
That You take,
Your heart will
Break.
As You shoot 
Same won’t 
Miss You.
Shots will Reload 
And reissue,
Like the snots
That Fall in-to 
The ti-ssue-s at
Your Wake!
FI-R-E!!!
5 
Ashes fall tall
At Heaven’s Gate.