Description: I haven't posted in a while, about a month or so......... I thought I would submit this one. It's not the best I have, but whatever. I have lost inspiration for about a month or two, which has never happened to me. I had been writing at least two poems a day before that. I 'm glad that I am finally able to write a little again. I hope someone likes it. It basically is much the same as other stuff that I write. Well, about who I am, and how I feel.
Also, I think that I was thinking of how this supposed God is supposed to control what happens to me, and how I suffer yet. It sort of entered my head that he won't stop it until I become a simple servant.
But anyway, those are my views. I hope they don't affect your decision of my writing.
Run down your idle threats, child.
They will get you nowhere.
Your existence is blood.......
You are nothing!
How dare you forget.
Yield to me, for otherwise, you will continue to suffer.
You know it will happen.
Why, it is inevitable!
You'll become a simple whore.
They will, however, recognize that you are full of magick.
You will become more than a simple whore,
but one yet.
Some may call you a
and the intelligent ones may call you
Deviant from the average whore,
the average child, or the average woman..................
I do like your poem, However your message frightens me. I kept up with the flow fo your words and the imagery is revealing. It shows that your spirit is weak, that is probley why you've had a dry spell. The spelling seems fine.