tabitha driskell

(September,24,1993 / Albany, Georgia)

Obituary (fake) Dark version *


Bury me where the darkness never stops.
And the trees stop growing.
The Ocean turns to blood.
And the sky turns black.
So when they come to take me.
They will have to stop
The darkness will be so great
They will be scared
So, maybe, just maybe
I will be lunging for them.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Well...I was just going to leave Obituary alone but my friend said it wasn't scary. I told him I was not trying to make it scary and then...I had an idea because of it. This is the dark version of Obituary. This is goes to Joseph, my friend. lol What do ya'll think?

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