Poetry

Death is calling me; it whispers my name
Taking what I’ve known, it makes it look insane
I don’t know this person underneath my skin
Don’t understand this type of darkness; it pours out
within
They taught me; they laugh while I struggle
Rape me of my innocence, upon my lips a deadly muzzle
What realm am I in? I’m being pulled out of the natural
Done with such evilness, anything but gradual
My blood drips off your lips, the only aspect of light
It sparkles in my DNA; all else remains out of sight
Scales on my eyes; I see illusion, I see error
Their lives placed in my hands; I remain sole bearer
You see something inside me; it offends you I sense
I try to uplift; you refuse to make amends
You are the King of your kind; the very head master
You’ve made me your target, and I know what you’re after
You’ve come to kill me, can’t deal with my kind
I’ve been created rare; I’ve been chosen and assigned
You can’t steal my calling; I will kill you off first
Unarm me you spirit, be gone and be cursed
©JennaLyn 30/10/11