The Death of My Soul

The Death of My Soul

Written by Jonathan Henderson

January 31, 2014 @ 7:02 PM

My shell reeks of rotten eggs,

And they tell me it is my sulfur,  

For my fate is sealed at his call

And my hated body lies in state.

And yet, this tells of nothing true,

As my soul is on fire, the smoke

Screams, and the flames dance

To the tune of a fiendish waltz,

And I have no means of escape.

'Tis the death of my soul, and I

Don't know down which road, so

I lie down, relax, as I descend

To ashes, and the fiery embers of

My funeral pyre will not bear the

Phoenix's skills... and upon my

Soul reaching my Jolly Roger of

Hell, I will sail fair Hades' rolling

River Styx.