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When you wilt and fester
I glower as hungry eyes devour a clinking glass of vengeance
For not too long ago you pointed a silver spoon to my flesh
It dunked into thin skin and pulled out pits of me
Lips sucked my flesh away
You where hungry and selfish
A hole was eaten through me
As we roamed in a gift wrapped box topped with a flaxen bow
which hid a metal barred cage
You a cannibal I your sister
With blood tainted bandages
White eyes reverse the car that hit you
And put it in drive on you again
Pressed eyes stare at you quivering
Scream from my soul to stop
For this is not my inner beckoning for you
You a carcass I your sister
When you hover roofless in a cold dark corner
Beneath a cruel dark sky shutting your eyes
I wish to expand my chest and let you reside within my ribs
In warm, lit, and flesh halls, napping in an oak rocking chair
When you hear monsters beckon, scream, and snarl
When they lie, steal, and abuse you
I want my hearth candlelight to scare the entities
And play hymns from either flute, lute, or chords
Letting those whispers fill an empty, corrupt soul
And let the lullaby sooth
When they have been raped, reaped, and crushed of everything you are
Climb into our our secret escape
I will craft a circlet from cranberries, honeysuckle, and twigs
And oh so deserving fashion it on your brittle hair
I want to clean the festering wound that resides in your inner arm
I want to burn and poison that black mangling hole while you doze away in our paradise
And replace blue and black blood toxins with a warm oozing and succulent red liquid porcelain you hardly even remember
I want the pink to return to your cheeks, like the little girl I once remembered
You my sister I your protector
However, a tainted an cruel heart will get you no where
And the space between us is heavy
So this might just be locked away in a dream box as a fantasy
for now
My sister
- by SweetDaisyTea |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/28/2014 |
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- Title: I your sister
- Artist: SweetDaisyTea
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Description:
So this is what happens when it's late at night and you feel like writing emotional poetry.....I might regret this in the morning.
Also note this is purely free verse with no intended rhyme scheme. - Date: 03/28/2014
- Tags: your sister
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