These are some of the poems I wrote, tell me how they are, they aren't exactly flowers and butterflies either, so here they are: Darkness Falls Darkness falls on ones conscience feeling, From sane to senility, minds reeling. Living in fear, feasting on fright, Casting shadows on a gray, gloomy night Screaming in pain, enjoying the passion, Hunger strikes without mental rations Life after death or death before life, Pain and suffering or toils and strife Tears are falling into pools of blood, Skin is melting, turning to mud. Close your eyes and dream of peace, Reality knocking, dreams are ceased. Night I walk alone these streets at night The shadows hold the terror and fright Only my footsteps do you hear The only clue that death is near You turn around to see my eyes The centers black and full of pride You've tried to scream but do not dare Now you know death is here He tears your heart and rips your throat His hands were just, in blood they soak You spit and grasp your last breath He leaves you holding your face of death The rains will come to no avail And wash away your face now pail Pass through time he's here to stay Death will hunt another day