I know it was her
Do you think I would be stupid enough to not realize
How someone's prayer for my demise
Became to be?
My question is why did it have to be me?
I'm heartbroken
Oh woe is me
I could've sworn I was everything a good kid was to be
Cursed by the stars that brought me
I feel as if a spell has been cast
So that I may fall from the sky
Why?
Not I even have the answer
I'm starting to think this is all meant to please her
Of her Long and evil days
So she may go to her grave
A smile upon her face
As she goes into the ground
To amazing grace
Although she goes in grace
She goes in flames
Due to her rock of a heart
And her blasphemous name.
Maybe her ashes should be burned
To match her mane
Of soulless roots
She passed down to her kin
If you wonder what mood I'm in
I'm sure it's plane to see
That an evil heart did this to me
YOU ARE READING
The Blood Drive
PoetryTrail of poems written by me in my times of sadness and anger. A drive for knowledge which took my blood sweat and tear to do....I also have some of these selections on youtube which I read in more feeling. If you're interested please message me and...
