My Songs
Doorknobs glisten,
Just as greedy souls listen
To my songs, my songs of death,
As every other soul slept, unknowing of my theft
My theft of thoughts, my theft of metal,
My theft of a gravestone’s flower petals
My lips are crimson, my flesh is stone,
The dead are awaking and are avenging my loan
My makeshift life, one with a cost,
And my debt is to the collected, and my life, lost
As I retire, the circumstances dire,
I realize that fate has been altered,
And those avenging my life have ominously faltered
So somehow, I’m free,
Though now it’s clear to see
I’m more miserable than at the start,
I was a thief who stole hearts and now I dart
Away from the cold, away from the fear,
Away from the heat, from the deadly sear
Away from the fright, that’s somehow effervescent and near
Away from my life, that’s sadly ending here
Copyright © Victoria Rucker | Year Posted 2015
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