Crystal tears,
On this face gaunt.
To this day,
This grim vision haunts.
Etched into my soul by flame,
Sunken into endless blame.
By my hands,
My own blood fell.
Cast by blade,
To endless hell.
For past faults that unremit,
No choice I had, but sin commit.
No path left but one before me,
Though it's cold, drak, grim, and alone,
But that's better than what's behind me,
Because by my hands is there a broken home.
Etched in time by blood and tears,
Nothing seen, but rampant fear.
Author notes
. . . no, I have not committed mass murder . . .
There's no "yet" afer that either . . .
what do you think?
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Hmn. . . There IS improvement.
My favorite of yours so far. -
Powerful words.
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