Horror Author
laughter, laughter all around
for you see i am a clown
the make-up, the hat, i’m loved by the crowd
the crowd disperses, i exit to my chambers
the creature within now becomes angered
the satisfaction of slaughter shall be savored
you laugh at me now, you laughed at me then
it’s your demise that now begins
in my presence all have sinned
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
for the fairest
my dear sweet lady
only you
have made me happy
happy in ways
i cannot describe
your beauty is seen
by the all-seeing eye
i’ll love you forever
more than the rest
it’s worth burning in Hell
to avenge your death
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
when the wind is lost
searching for time
trapped in the frost
the sun wont shine
it is a place
the dead men can find
life is not safe
with a man’s mind
within the snow
no one can stand
all that is not so
has now began
we will not rest
the search goes on
for what is left
and all that is gone
when the wind is lost
the dead men can find
all that is not so
and all that is gone
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 