My Soul Beast
Please listen my soul beast.
Quiet your screams
Tuck in your wings
Your voice; it stings.
Soar high, watch my fear
Please land;
miles away from here.
Violin strings cut the tension
you stare.. I stare. We stare.
Your skin.
gentle and fair.
Disadvantage to me;
Your heart still beating
your presence slowly fleeting
my thoughts stuck, repeating.
Tender fingers fly
adrenaline on high
my reason for living, the option to die.
Copyright © Roxanna Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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