Are these poems any good?

Searching for something
Something you can't see
But yet you know
You know what it is

If only others could see
See like you and me
They don't wander, they look
They follow logic

They don't see.
They don’t see the truth.
IRON MAIDEN

iron maiden,
I love iron maiden
The heavy metal
The guitar bass

The Trooper
The Number of the Beast
Mother Russia
Hallowed be thy Name

I love Steve Harris
I love his bass
I love his rifts
I love his tunes

Some call it rock
I call it metal
Some call it Goth
I call it life

Who are they to speak
They dare not,
For 2 minutes to midnight
Is better than life

It has many names
Satanic rock
demonic metal
Are names of the maiden

BLACK SABBATH
Heavy boots of lead
Pounding on the ground
Filling men full of dread
With each step deeper in the darkness

Walking towards his death
Something he already past.
Will this be his last breath
For he kneels before a bishop

His armor breaks
It crumbles into pieces
It crumbles into flake
It crumbles for god

His glowing helm
With eyes frozen blue
The darkest in the realm
And with a deathly stare

The reaper takes out a cleaver
The crowds stand still
And he chops him like a reaver
The spines of all have a cold shrill

TOTALITARIANISM

The storm troopers march
The crowds "huzzah"
The bells bang joyfully
The world is back to war

Who are we at war with?
The Bolsheviks or Chinese?
The perpetual war has begun
but will it ever end?

The people are happy with glee
though there minds are filled with joy
They are still lost in a thoughtless sea
They cannot see what I see

The world has plummeted into darkness
and they don't even know where we are
they don't know who we are
They don't see what I see

They don't even know what I know
They don't even know what this is
This is darkness this is ignorance
Has totalitarianism ruled once more

No, we can't let this happen
We wont let it happen

I AM DEATH

I am become death
destroyer of worlds,
A prophet once said
but now he’s dead

RIVER

There was a little river that runs through a land .
The little river passes through fields.
The little river runs through forest,
This little river, is all that I got..

DEATH CHIMES

The bell bangs a death knells shriek,
The tower creaks, splintering wood.
My doomed future looks bleak,
A man came in a black hood.

The gallows hang casually,
With limbs hanging, arms ripped.
The bones cracked dangerously,
Bodies covered in a black dip.

This may sound a bit sad,
This is the path I have taken.
But this is a life I once had,
Now I am forsaken.

They dig a pit for those like me.
Iron shovel break the ground.
The ones Below the pit knew no glee.
Death awaits me, I am bound.

NECROPOLIS

When I look in my mind I see nothing
The thing is black meat
But when I look out all are dredging
Walking through black sleet

In my mind is a ghoulishly howl
And plotting to kill
And when I speak all I do is growl
And when I stalk you shrill

And all I hear is a death knells chime
Pouring out dead souls
gallows wither with the sands of time
I’m buried in the knolls
Humanity has degraded
with ignorance of the outside world

HAIKUS

Night

The hoot of an owl
The glimmering smile; a moon
Shards of light, piercing

Frost

Into the abyss
With frozen earth, all a mist
A world frozen stiff

“Where?”

Lost on earth…are we?
A path soon to be taken
from here we go on

Oblivion

All who look, none see
All are lost, in a dead sea
All are gone, but me

A shadow in the Mist

The one who is lost
Where bones wither, and souls die
Hallowed be thy name

Forsaken

The shrieking bones frail
The skin and flesh are crisped
All that’s there, one soul

Darkness

A shadow lurks near
The sepulcher creaks a shriek
The rats are fast asleep

Fire

Amber from the sky
A grim brim stone burns a hole
Sparks fly as skin burns (Haikus con.)

WHISPERS IN THE DARK

A death knell he whispers
A sound of the forsaken
All shall perish now

LEGIONS OF THE DAMNED

In world of fire and flame alike
Lies the master of the damned
And he mounts his throne upon the corpses,
Of the slain, for he is death

Oh his soldiers, marchers they
The slaves of the Pit Lord
The laborers of the Pale Master
And the prisoners of fiends

But above all is his the Death Lord
Himself, his ghoulish scowl and
Demonic grin, his deathly howl, and his fiendish
Kin, for he is the lord of the damned
I will ad the second part of the poems later.
Totalitarianism wasn’t finished.

Also, I did these when I ws 10, so I improved alot.