(Figment of my soul)
by Shawna L. o2
Childhood was not thy fondest hour,
being spent before I wake, out of power.
Confused, and enraged, slit wrist I'm amazed,
to find myself, already crawling at my grave.
Shouts so loud it hurts to breath,
caught between death and immortality.
But within each moment I find release,
only again to become the beast.
And silent taunting angry words,
that you of all people fail to speak.
But have flooded thy veins,
remoresefully.
And now with wisdom I grow,
flooding the gates with vines.
Into the chapel I go,
and one with divine.
But you never saw thee,
my light shined so bright, O my.
And you didn't accept me,
so why should I?
But inside I feel a pull,
more stronger than I've ever felt before.
of truth, and wisdom, and the moral...
behind every door.
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