A poem of darkness...i suppose

Bastard

The moment your lips touch the warmth

It all begins to melt

A single drop falls

Your only thought is

"How did this happen?"

Theres no family

No friends

Not even enemy's

your all alone

Bastard Daughter

Thats what I am

All you need...

Is that silver dagger

The cut of relief

And with the pooling blood

The Earth will be reborn

Sweet Sacrifice of one soul

For the billion who dont matter

Its ok

Thts what bastards are made for

-Mona


Submitted: March 09, 2012

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