The Widowed Widow

The widowed widow

Sleeps soundless

In the dead of night…

Still and deadly, no hope for light…

Upon her silken web of lies

She writes her story as night passes by

Damned by day

Free at night

But the slightest glimpse

Starts a frenzy of fright…

What a horrid creature

So desperate and alone

Unwanted and despised of

With nowhere to call home…

And what is this widow’s purpose you ask…

To feel alone at last…

Write her story across her walls…

Breathe the last breath…

And forget it all…

To write her story across these walls…

Meant she’d have no one to fall

Upon if she needed a hand…

No one left to call a friend…

So as she writes her story across this wall…

Remember that to hell she'll fall…

 With no where left to run at all…

She’s left to find a better view

Of the life that she once knew…

Reviews

[rwar ish me]

This is deep, it is very good and very crerative. Love it ^.^