lend me your smile-
eternity, the nightmarish half-existence
that indwells the Cursed.
they live among us, dead and yet not so,
searching only for ending:
i scream, blood
dripping from my
lips. Broken soul,
i live to see you die.
every day, your end draws closer.
you cannot see it, but
if you could, you could not stop it.
I want to write-
The words circle in my head
Like carrion birds, preying
On my emotion-wracked soul.
Do not mock me for my talent-
For if you can do better, than do so,
And I will honor you as the greater.
(I seek no glory for these poor lines.)
I do not seek for wealth or fame,
Nor to be by men admired;
I simply wish to have my name
Be known, when at last my flesh is tired.
Hold fast the line!
The enemy approaches.
Be wary, brethren, for near he comes;
Hold fast the line- endure.
I can fly.
It's a secret I didn't wish to reveal,
But, as you might imagine, it is
A secret that is very hard to keep.