music - fall heads roll (the fall)

A Hero

Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
Three times I drove the demon out,
Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . .
And yet I know beyond a doubt
He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet.

I know I'm mad, I ought to tell
The doctors, let them care for me,
Confine me in a padded cell
And never, never set me free;
But Oh how cruel that would be!
For I am young - and comely too . . .
Yet dim my demon I can see,
And there is but one thing to do.

Three times I beat the foul fiend back;
The fourth, I know he will prevail,
And so I'll seek the railway track
And lay my head upon the rail,
And sight the dark and distant train,
And hear its thunder louder roll,
Coming to crush my cursed brain . . .
Oh God, have mercy on my soul!

Robert W. Service

hope ye all enjoy this one; i've never read it 'til now but robert service has been quite an influence on my poetry... he was born in preston but travelled to australia and the states (dunno where else, but i'm sure he got around) he's not your average poet though; not all of his poetry is depressing (it usually turns out that way with most ) and some are stories about people he'd known or heard of. all good anyway.

other news... i'm bored. smoking to keep interested; i think i need a hobby oh yeah, i write poetry... forgot for a moment there ^_^ laters