Please (Don't) Die

Please (Don't) Die

A Poem by The Empty Hour Glass

The curses thou doth toss about like an abusive father with his son,
      And dare accuse me, oh pretentious one?
I cannot help but laugh at thee in such ignorance!
      Oh! the god that be thee stirs in its deliverance...
Do not mistake my distaste as jealousy -
     Surely there will be pain enough for thee.
The fake and disturbed aurora that surrounds,
     Will be the means by which I drag you down...

© 2013 The Empty Hour Glass

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Added on March 27, 2013
Last Updated on March 27, 2013


The Empty Hour Glass
The Empty Hour Glass

Wileyville, WV

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