I can not reject what I have seen, All this loss and insecurity, They scream as vultures but bleed like cowards, Shedding regrets like feathers they take in vain your flesh, With the lack of justice and rejection of mercy they soar, Taunting you with blood dripping from their beaks, That horror will take you alive, let you alive, The insanity of irrelevance to anything will haunt your mind, As they feed you can not cry, Blood and water will not mingle, So you scream, “Whence came this penalty?” You look to the sky, a blur of clouds and red, calling out The voice from above sends down, “Take this redemption I have given thee,” Then in agony, you reject your only hope, “You just won’t let go!” As you shout for the last time you grab that bird, Taking its beak, you thrust it into your chest And wait as the darkness consumes you…
Clave Kreed · Sat Jan 03, 2009 @ 07:34pm · 0 Comments |