Penance

Dec 20, 2007 01:23

I actually got so bored, I went back to writing poetry.

Abate this morning,
Cruel realization bites at the heels
Stay thy vengeful hand, wretched rejected flesh.

Lessen this regret,
This burning abyss.
Fraught with lines of worry,
Where the rivers of consequence flow.
Where is God now?
Your sinner demands forgiveness!

Sadistic sight,
Obscured by formal glass,
Threading lies between your ears.
Twining,
Tangling,
Between your ever so naïve mind.

Forbidden task,
Curse thy burden and burn thy ties!
What cannot be seen cannot scream,
Cannot cry,
Cannot beg.

Abate this morning,
Your sinful deed cries from the grave.
Repercussions in weight of chain,
Each step weaker,
Each laugh emptier,
Each breath quieter,
Until reality fades to black.
Previous post Next post
Up