June 9, 2010

  • ™Deyja of the omens™
    ©K.R.N©

    they want a piece of me

    when all I want is peace of mind

    tearing at my limbs they reap

    till eye am sore......

    blessed is my frame

    it feels no point

    of pain

    less

    it is stabbed by

    emotions

    they have words

    they wish me to say

    since they fear

    even the echo

    of their voices

    afraid to do

    what is right

    they long for me

    to shoulder

    their dreams

    smiling as they do

    never noticing

    eye am dying

    bleeding

    from

    a wound

    called revelation