I Write Poetry

I am run down
Head hit the ground
There's pain right down my back...

But I got up
My heart bound in
A gift in Santa's sack.

The addresee
A lassy, she
Would hold it gently so,

It came right back
From that gay doe
And I laid bricks of Rome.

Those years of rage,
The years of pain
We fought our hearts content

Now here we be
By this great sea
Our lives be paved with loam.

For me returned
An angel,
A dev'l who once sat high

My life now raised
By hell I'll say
By my metal core I'm saved.