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To take a shot at something different, a story on life and how one has lived it. Interpret it as you wish.


Submitted:Aug 26, 2014    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


One Life

I swore beyond the blade that I would join in one last dance

And yet the spirits hold me tight; I embrace them in my stance

And I swore to them. Swore to them.

And they swore to me. Swore to me.

And I bleed for them, yet in they're mystery,

I hear them work in secrecy

At dawn I hear the master call

he's sending them again

So I hold my head up high and ask

for misery to end.

At dawn I hear the master call

yet they do not appear

Instead I feel a curse fall

and with it goes my fear

I feel it in my veins

My misery is gone

So deep, yet so profane

Nothing should go wrong

I swore to spend my life for goodness; It's my life here to share

And yet the spirits call to me and tell me I don't care.

I do believe. Do belive.

Yet they don't believe. Don't believe

when I say I do, they still say I lie.

In my response, I call out a cry.

At dawn I hear the master call

to send those to the end

So I hold my head up high and cry

to take my life instead

At dawn I hear the master call

to lead me to my doom.

And so my knees fall to the ground

In my grave life shall bloom

One life; Eternal pain

And where have I gone wrong

I fall down in the rain

So frail, but yet so strong.

I feel it in my veins

My misery is gone

So deep, yet so profane

Nothing should go wrong





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