Poetry

katty, 20 january 2012

grow up little one.

slash slash goes the knife that was once
purified by the gods of war.
no more do the bells that
sounded the warrior cross within reach
of me.
bathe in the mixture of judgement and 
ignorance you poured all over the
goddess that gave you the life you have now 
and give nothing back.

 why do scream the call of demon that used to 
hide in your dreams?why do blame me for
the troubles it has caused you?it is you who 
has made this disaster. dont ever be the one 
that needs to kill me for my sins.