...
This is a weird poem I wrote...
The immortal
Alone in the house he lay
wishing his life would end this day
forever knowing that he was wrong
God had made his life far to long
He was immortal, a god among men
He lived alone, he had no kin
He had tried everything, and he was bored
He did not care over who he was lord
He had fallen in love many a time
He had written many a poem, many a rhyme
Of love ,and how it would last
Soon he discovered it went by fast
He wanted to die, he really did
He would give his life to the lowest bid
Life had no more joy to give to him
In his eyes, it seemed to grow dim
but whenever himself, he tried to hang
Or shoot the gun, with a bang
When, knocker in hand, he stood on deaths door
He always thought, “Just one day more”
Being immortal is life full of fear
Not of yourself, but for those you hold dear
What would they do when you are gone
Would they forget you after too long
Truly, he was afraid to find out
Until the day he gave a great shout
I will do it today he cried
You will remember this as the day I died
Onto his legs, he strapped a weight
And in deaths game, he walked to the plate
Into the sea, he sunk like a stone
And suddenly, he didn't feel alone
D347|-| 3|\|9ULpH5 U5 4LL
The immortal
Alone in the house he lay
wishing his life would end this day
forever knowing that he was wrong
God had made his life far to long
He was immortal, a god among men
He lived alone, he had no kin
He had tried everything, and he was bored
He did not care over who he was lord
He had fallen in love many a time
He had written many a poem, many a rhyme
Of love ,and how it would last
Soon he discovered it went by fast
He wanted to die, he really did
He would give his life to the lowest bid
Life had no more joy to give to him
In his eyes, it seemed to grow dim
but whenever himself, he tried to hang
Or shoot the gun, with a bang
When, knocker in hand, he stood on deaths door
He always thought, “Just one day more”
Being immortal is life full of fear
Not of yourself, but for those you hold dear
What would they do when you are gone
Would they forget you after too long
Truly, he was afraid to find out
Until the day he gave a great shout
I will do it today he cried
You will remember this as the day I died
Onto his legs, he strapped a weight
And in deaths game, he walked to the plate
Into the sea, he sunk like a stone
And suddenly, he didn't feel alone
D347|-| 3|\|9ULpH5 U5 4LL