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Death of a Madman

Poetry By: KamiKaze no Onryou

My insanity crossed with a bit of a Tell-Tale Heart Story by Edgar Allan Poe. A man is at his bed, dying. Watch as he deals with it.

Submitted:Jun 8, 2008    Reads: 146    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

I hear, I hear, my soul. Its pain. Its sorrow.
I feel like my body went down to Hell.
Why do I feel like this?

Did I do something wrong?
Why is my soul,
And my body like this? Tell me.

I beseech thee, please help your fellow man,
Save me from this, this utter pain!
What is wrong with me?!

My heart! My heart, it -- it feels like mush
Coming from the ground. Why?
Am I dying?

Is this how death feels like? If so,
Then my death is near. I can't stop hurting.
And why should I stop it?

Why should I fight this?
Answer me, is that the right thing to do?
No! I am now accepting my fate,
Now I must go.

I'm going to either Heaven or Hell.
Whether one, I am accepting my fate.
Why should I fight this? I am a fool.
Just a fool to fight my death.

Now I'm a fool dying,
Thy happiness is everywhere,
Smug I am dying, now I curse thee.

Yes! I curse thee! Watch as you die as I did!
Only then will you be lifted of this curse,
No, abomination I gave thee.

Watch as my mind of utter,
My utter madness send you to your painful,
Painful death.

Only then will my revenge be lifted.
I look forward to seeing you,
In Hell.


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