Fate
ghosts of yet unwritten futures
surround me all to young to know
give me all the whining lectures
watch my innocence all flow
flow from my veins
plus from my heart
i try and chain
this wicked art
the crimson blood it paints a scene
a massacre of thoughts it seems
the shinning watch of naivety
breath upon my shaking wrist
the edge so numb carves daintily
another painful, deeper kiss
its touch like euphoria
trying to pull away from the bliss
trying not to get ideas
of ways to enter the abyss
of life and death
i swallow hard, take my last breath
this, my fate?
Copyright © Kevin Elmore | Year Posted 2010
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