My Love
as she walks the halls
with his blood in her
hand, thinking this
is grand.
so mean and so
ungrateful two-faced
and unregretful.
this may be her son
so lonly and so alone
he feels he needs to run.
but with no strength he
yells and yells and all you
could her was the echoes
in the cells.
she enters his cell, with
his blood on the floor and
notices the door, it... was... open
and he was... gone.
she said with a soft voice my
love have you no sympathy for me.
but all you could hear was the
wind...
my love i have no other...
this was no son this was
her brother.
Copyright © Ariel Syleos | Year Posted 2009
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