FRUITION
post a comment | posted Feb 19
WHAT do you want
If me you haunt
Loving to see me squirm
Taunting my spirit
I choose not to hear it
In this I stand firm
The blood imprisons me
In beautiful loving pregnancy
Waiting for the climactic birth
Stretching my soul
Shattering this mold
As I ascend past this earth
Glorification swallows wanting
No longer me you'll be haunting
A pit you'll soon see
The bride will rejoice
She will shout with one voice
As the groom throws away the key