I love to self

To all the tears that drown my cheeks,

To all the blood that soaks my sleeves.

And to this day, I know not still...

The truth beneathe his skin is ill.

And from his treetop there I sit,

All in wonder, gazed, in fit.

From his treetop, there's no one else,

But all I know is, I love to self.

And all the wonders in me grow,

For all I own, is still unknown.

And from my pity, I will  find...

A truth to set my spirit kind.

For all I keep is torturing hell.

Despite all pain, I love to self.

And bitter envy's all I hold,

No truth inside me yet be told.

And blossoming flowers 'round me grow,

While I hold pain, he still not know.

Whispers in the darkness call...

And from his treetop there I fall,

With cuts and wounds, I leave the sight...

Banished by this lonesome night.

I stopped before I cried for help,

For fault is that I love to self.

'04

Author's Note

this was a long time ago... tell me if you like it.. get it ... or hate it terribly!

Reviews

[After Midnight]

I liked it. It was pretty awesome. The imagery was great and there was definitely emotion behind those words.

M.

[Molly]

I don't get it fully, but I liked it. The words flowed well.