18 - Simon Said Poem by nicola burkett

His weak body and withered soul
Heading to the land of the damned
As his heart lies broken and bleeding
Held within a traitors hand

Simon said children shouldn’t play with dead things
This feeble wise man surely can’t be lying
Standing alone in the corner of the asylum
He watches them in their time of dying

He stands covered in dead mans blood
Trapt alone in his own nightmare
Handing out Salvation candy
For haunted souls to share

Something wicked this way comes
Every breath is eternal torture
His faith of mankind slipping away
As his reflection floats dead in the water