Symphony of Death
How could you
forsake your own glory
to forget the path you have taken
to die at the age of forty.
You wrote to people letters
what could hardly be called a life
papers stained with tears
feeling only described as strife.
The loss of a finger
an amputated leg
begging for forgiveness
oh, what a hollow beg.
The death of one young soul
who wasn't his time to die
was when you solemnly found out
it was all just a lie.
Grief taunted your soul
one weakened with debt
I reached out my hand
I would save you yet.
But alas,
none of it was meant to be
standing on that building's edge
you only wished to be free.
So as you fell away from hell
a will that once was mine
heaven has a toll of life
You've finally, paid your fine.
Pretty good and it fits Constantine pretty well. The best part of this poem I think is that it also tells a story of an actual man's troubles. Not someone like Constantine, but a person who writes letters for the families of soldiers lost in the war. This particular one found out that the letters were just letters and had no real emotion behind them. So in his agony, he jumped off his office building, an incident that was repeated once before...
 CamperCarl00 · Wed Feb 28, 2007 @ 05:41pm · 1 Comments |
