Haunting Shores Poem by William Mowell

The ghosts of my past are haunting me

they're tearing me apart, with this killing spree

Aliens abducted me, left me in a field

Their secret plans will be revealed


The demons in my mind, festering for the time

Never letting me go, and making me blind

These creatures are a figment of my imagination

I'm giving in and I'll live with this frustration


I'll let this monster let me go

Tearing me with another blow

Grim reaper is coming near

Yet I feel there is nothing to fear


Death will be my maker

I wont need an undertaker

Six feet far from down

Wearing this thorny crown


The day will come, and I'll be no more

I'll finally get to see that raging shore

Drowning under the ripping tide

And that will be the day that I die