Poetry from Ailleurs

[shewasgone]

Hell split and created the black hole
Me, although I swallowed a heavenly hook of gold,
was sucked into monstrousity.

the Battle down under lived and died
Me, although I posessed no visible guilt of thine,
was smashed into morcels.

Heaven cried and reeled in the survivors
Me, although I twitched in a blank state of stare,
was yanked into clouds.

Round My throat a fathful string remained-
with tattered body parts came.
Through my blood a choaking voice gurgled
for healing hands to curl.
By my god, a terrifying prescence declared
"Thou art mine: be not scared
thy pain is shared
and thine destiny prepared."

(tis best to remain unaware)