He asked me
so many years ago
what it was like
to live.
I stared at the sky
and contemplated my answer
as the sun kissed her lover farewell.
Finally
with the eyes of the universe pointed to me,
I turned to him
and said
that it was knowing you are up for execution
but wondering if you are innocent of your crime.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
