Prince
as I sit in a lonely redwood
upon a fallen oak,
Death comes to me
in the form of a bleeding heart.
cracks of pain are deep and Unforgiven.
i know every infliction
as i see myself in each droplet’s reflection…
alone on the fallen tree steam
i lie down enveloped in my sorrow.
as each drop spills onto my Lying figure;
Crimson Tears fall down my cheeks…
as each tear falls ;
on either side of my head
a Love’s image grows.
as it may live or die;
only the Prince of darkness can tell that tale…
Copyright © Kayla Phillips | Year Posted 2010
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