Remember

I remember a childhood of
bookish innocents.
I lived among the magic
pages and blood covered words.
Death and hurt caused tears
to flow but never truly hurt.

Now I'm old and broken,
i've lived those tales myself.
I have been bound by
blood to my master.
I have been whipped
and forced to bow down.
Magic has entered my body
and changed my very soul.

Remember the good times,
of stark black and white.
Back when bad was easy
to spot and I could run.
I felt pain but never
truly hurt.

Now good and bad
mix to gray.
They tie my hands up
either way.
Everyone has a past which
killed their innocents.
My hands are covered in
sacrificial blood.
My heart is carried
in there hands.
It is crushed
beneath their feet.

In my last breath I
remember everything.
The times of easy smiles
and faerytales.
The days of obsession
and being bound
by blood.

Author's Note

I'm not really cure what I meant to do but I hope you like it.

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

I kind of like it. There's almost a story going on in here. Some of it rhymed and some of it didn't, which honestly had me wondering sometimes if I should be looking for a rhyme scheme. But I read it a second time when I knew where to expect it and where not to and I enjoyed it all the more. A great read, with some wonderful images and a very honest truth in its meaning. The mixing of black and white, what was once read, is now "red" all over, spilled from the ink and into our blood. Thanks for sharing this, it was fun to read ^^

[Sarah W. French]

thank you very much.

[MachinaWriter]

Anytime, it was my pleasure ^^