The contract

The contract

 

Taken in the underground, taken down, could be but pobably not.

Wrap all that life sees in a blood stained contracts.

 

Take what you desire,

and leave me cold.

 

Use me in ways even the Hevens don’t know about.

Black stained ruber lace...

 

Could you be, probably not.

Warp all that you are in the soul of my life.

 

Could I sell my slef?

Could I give you everything I am?

 

NO I will give you only what you take.

Take what you will and leave me cold and call me the monster.

 

If you fell from grace then grace is not worth my time.

For they let you fall to me.

 

Could you be the one?

 Could you sell my soul to the courts?

 

YES...you could.

All for power over my life and nothing else because I sighted you in ways I never knew.

These are the words told by someone who only wanted me for what you could steal.

 

Fall from grace and leave me alone...

 

Author's Note

Inspired by Frieda's poem Fall from lace."

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is very sad .I dunno if you meant it to be but that is what I felt hunny.

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is very sad .I dunno if you meant it to be but that is what I felt hunny.

[ron]

It kind of came out of a lot of frustration I am going through.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You frustrated ?