by SchylerSilveyBolivar, Missouri, USA
Dec 2016 569 Views 2 comments
Subjugated Reverence
With eyes of the lost, from the distant past,
I beget dead stars, perfection at last.
I weave my words in through their mind,
I twist and bend what they have defined,
they'll never know why they are confined
and as I rip and tear at their shallow heart,
they're destroyed, right from the start.
They beg and cry and pray that I let them go,
but never do they ask why it is that I'm here,
for I am that which they most revere,
I am anguish, my name is fear.
I beget dead stars, perfection at last.
I weave my words in through their mind,
I twist and bend what they have defined,
they'll never know why they are confined
and as I rip and tear at their shallow heart,
they're destroyed, right from the start.
They beg and cry and pray that I let them go,
but never do they ask why it is that I'm here,
for I am that which they most revere,
I am anguish, my name is fear.
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Posted: Dec 2016
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