Bequeath

by Isabella   Jan 23, 2008


I bequeath to thee my story.
My heart a frozen cube.
Black coal staining my veins.
Drop by drop... it's nothing new.

I bequeath to thee my story.
Memories covered in dust.
Thoughts involving endless night.
In erasable at any cost.

I bequeath to thee my story.
Trembling fears of all.
Daytime nightmares forever.
Compliments in the mist of a ball.

I bequeath to thee my story.
Screams of terror evolve.
Agony seems like forever.
Circling in on one and all.

I bequeath to thee my story.
Imaginary living fire.
Mutating roses red to black.
Contradicting images inspire.

I bequeath to thee my story.
Bloody prints on crystals.
Every night I try to stop it.
Miserable reflecting pistols.

I bequeath to thee my story.
My heart a frozen cube.
Black coal staining my veins.
Drop by drop... it's nothing new.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Wow - what depth you have reached on this page. you must be very complex. I liked your write and the words you choose. peace

  • 16 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    What a beautiful gift.

  • 16 years ago

    by Alicja B

    This is so powerful and insightful!
    i was drawn in more and more with each word
    good writing, keep it up.