Cursed II

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;

Shattered. 

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.

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

This piece doth not sucketh, it be wondrous!