A Story by Sara Mima

The nightly, subconscious musings of E.Avery.


By youth of country

Hands twisted and flick

I was damned the day I began to understand

Oh, the flames reached the sky


I cry, "Are You all right?"

As normal, I get no reply

I drop to my knees and lay down my arms

You should, too, brother


I see else's parchment

Awaiting me, he spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky

Gaze downcast, I can never see beneath his hood

I tell him, "Let me sign."


A marked contract

I am left with a new friend

He tells me to call him when need be

As he plucked each feather away


I was damned by the light coming in

Oh, the lights burned through


He told me, "Walk on over, yeah, to the bitter shade.

I will wrap you in my arms and run."


And I, "Let me sign."

Again, I plea, "Let me sign..!" 

© 2012 Sara Mima

Author's Note

Sara Mima
I'm a fan of Robert Pattinson's music. Inspired by his song entitled "Let Me Sign".

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Added on April 20, 2012
Last Updated on April 20, 2012
Tags: nightmare, country, youth, black, white, marionette, puppet, emory, avery, sara, mima, pride, fear, rage, caution, let, me, sign!, contract, grey, gray


Sara Mima
Sara Mima

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