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The vial green.

Date Written: October 29, 2017
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Sipping from the vial, green
poison to her soul
ripping, scratching, tearing
out her memories in whole.

Staring through the vast expanse,
darker, starker, thin.
Searching for a peace before
its lost so deep within

Circling above her buzzards,
dread instills a tragic fear.
Hiding from herself in vain,
running down the pier.

Sent to find a feeling lost,
horrific ghastly tears.
They drive away the pleasentries,
adding on the years.

Somebody whispered vilely,
a curse into her head.
Now shes lost and all alone
and chivalry is dead.

Shes feeding clover to the wolf
whos chewing on her skin.
In her ears, a monotone,
a stirring from within.

She tells a solemn tale
about the creation of her sin,
while staring at the Eucharist
and hiding once again.

Once there was a legacy
that she would have to fill.
Now shes just a succubus
and she has learned to kill.

2 comments on “The vial green.”

  1. Joeys Wonder Girl     October 30, 2017

    Dark thoughts alright wowee!!!!! AWEsome poem tote creeped me out hahahaha!!!!!!! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

  2. River.Ophelia     October 30, 2017

    “Shes feeding clover to the wolf whos chewing on her skin”
    beautiful line
    nice darkness here…
    I loved it

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