death is the man
who searches for life
he takes it away
with a flash of light
that young man there
he was stabbed and shanked
the stupid bastard
tried to be a saint
to save a girl’s life
they took the bait
it was his life
he let them take
unfortunately for her
the life wasn’t saved
the stupid bastard
tried to be a saint
my death is uncertain
my time will end soon
after all i have seen
death is my only friend
he’ll always be there
when others have fled
he’ll be my bestest bud
my friend to the end
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 