Debtor, wherever art thou
I'm sure thee is gratified
For tonight's lucent moonlight
Has conceived a vengeful vow
Thy happiness ended mine
Cause thy filthy hands are swift
Snitched away my fathers gift
Don't expect that i am fine
Shall i describe what it felt
When a newt severe its tail
there is no air to inhale
The ice of ones patience melt
So bale thy agile fingers
Itching, skin of thy envy
Wanting more insatiably
Like an unforgiven curse
Presence of thy unseen form
like a specter of discord
Looting all that thee adored
when our eyes omits thy form
Debtor, thou art now vanished
Took my merriment with ease
Potent like a dead-cold breeze
Thou came, thou passed, unpunished
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Coveteous Hands
written by CANDLELIZARDEGG at 4:36 PM
Labels: angst, contemporary, emotion, experience, poem
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