As I Am
Poetry By Aria Antonia Angell
If I am gone
I will be gone
Sing a somber song
But I till will be gone
Nobody knew
What I would do
To you
If I was gone
Might I return
As ceature of night
to give you a fright
If I was gone?
So leave me as I am
In this dirty hole
In this wintry cold
And death across my face
As they eat me alive
the person inside
I wait
for me to go
Because if someone is dead
The'll scoop up their head
and if you were not good
if you did that thing
Looking to give you a fright
then they too will make you
a lonesome, hungry, dead,
creature of the night!
Poetry By Aria Antonia Angell
If I am gone
I will be gone
Sing a somber song
But I till will be gone
Nobody knew
What I would do
To you
If I was gone
Might I return
As ceature of night
to give you a fright
If I was gone?
So leave me as I am
In this dirty hole
In this wintry cold
And death across my face
As they eat me alive
the person inside
I wait
for me to go
Because if someone is dead
The'll scoop up their head
and if you were not good
if you did that thing
Looking to give you a fright
then they too will make you
a lonesome, hungry, dead,
creature of the night!
