Cursed II

Cursed II

A Poem by Katannaism

Wrote this in my sketch book.

Death; that hath smite me in the heart..
A deathly chill breezes throughout;
my emptied soul. 
His sword doth struck me to the Earth's bosom.
And I deserve this-? 
Doth; Thus saith the Lord. 
And every inch of me-cut. 
And flows crimson on the floor. 
Another cut-
And rubies weep unto my skin. 
Death; that hath suck'd out my last-
Breath of life. 
And give His thanks to you.
For presenting Him this virgin offering.
Chained with a silver heart of stone.
And a heart;
But I curs'd thee-
Before I depart. 
And set your soul ablaze. 
A fire of suffering.
A pyre of torture.
The pain I endured.

© 2011 Katannaism

Author's Note

I bet this piece doth suck'd out loud. xD

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