Here's a poem I wrote for my creative writing class, which i then used for lyrics in a 30 min doom song i wrote.

Sestina de Bereavement
Jim Haras

I shall kill you in an abecedarian fashion beyond
recognition. You lost yourself somewhere while
aborning your new mind. Whispering into the ear of the dead,
confirms that no beings are actually alive.
Paragon Belial in a sea of fresh white meat,
so sad to see you go.

I am the one, who will go,
near and far, above and beyond.
Skin of a leper becomes your makeshift meat.
“Take your jacket off,” she said, “stay a while.
Lord knows you’re safe enough to remain alive,
for it is everyone around you that is dead.”

Do not be afraid, you’re not dead,
yet. You will know when it is time to go.
Oh the agony of being alive!
The wingless figure speaks beyond
my knowledge of existence, while
it treats me like its quixotic piece of meat.

The ambulance is your wagon of meat.
If you perceive it, you may already be dead.
I hope your stay in Hell lasts a while.
Too good for Limbo, but it isn’t Heaven you will go.
Just another trip to the beyond,
but why does it seem as though you are alive?

“Oh my God, I’m not alive!”
she screamed wildly, “I’m a lump of rotting meat.”
Every inhalation you take is beyond
comprehension. Breath? How? You are clearly dead?
To your arms I will never again go.
Tears stream from my ducts a while.

How can I go on living while
you are not. Agony is to be alive!
I hope you ball when I go.
Departing on my own terms, there is a sea of bright red meat.
Sprinkle your grief on the eyes of the dead.
As I depart, demise is my beyond.

You can never go, asphyxiate a while.
Terror comes beyond burial alive.
You are the fresh meat of the living dead.

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I'm sure there's some brainiac stoner metalhead that will headbang to it somehow and sing it at the top of their lungs, but I'm hopping the gravy train. So I'll pass on saying anything about this.

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