A Minute Death, An Hours Wake

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The finest of death. A little story/poetry time. BVF

Submitted: June 30, 2012

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I wish you the best of death

I pray they cry for you

I desire they choke on breath

The nightfall dawns to dark

They lay awake

They think of you

Hearts beat in ache

And I will sleep so deep and sound

No need to toss and turn

No tears shed, no wounds

Because I loathe you in the deepest method

And I wish your death bed had come sooner

I only fear for the youngest girl in line

A heart so fragile, it will only come gloomier

I will raise her to be as strong as I

To kill the loved, to befriend the hate

Teach her to never be as weak as you

To shut down late, early rise in wake

You will be proud

I request you haunt my dreams

I know you had it in you

But all you had shown was decrepit

Why? You ask

You deserve it. I laughed

Look down upon us

Feed us power

Play our love games

You lessened by the hour

- Bonita von Flores


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