Poem - One and Seven by XaliberDeathlock, literature
Literature
Poem - One and Seven
Blame the time
For it passes so fast
Enflame the slime
To let it burn and not last
Death awaits us
While congratulation lies
But passed life with bust
While too much dies
Sacred ceremony runs
Beliefs and Gods in fund
Shall people see ones
Celebrate hegemony in fun?
They believed
Seventeen marks the spot
Adulthood to relief
The poshness of children in blot
They believed
Seventeen marks the spot
Regenerate to live
One and seven rock the boat
It has been a year
of glimpse and hear
Since the message blown
And words were flown
Caught by the screen
Lighted small and green
I might not said it clear
Given much in tear
I regret my own
Left myself in groan
For not able to be sure
And selfish by nature
Are you still there?
Sleeping in ephemeral dream
Going through a vast stream
Standing before a letter?
Were you still here
I assure myself, dear
There will be no moan
Passing through like a cone
As you let it to be sure
I will endure
It has been a year
of glimpse and hear
Since the message blown
And words were flown
Would it be reversed grin
My asking shan't be d
Time, time, time, see what's become of me
Have I spent some dime
To fade my curiousity
Feign, feign, feign, why not conceal your hide
The king over the reign
Keep glaring such hidden blade
Pain, pain, pain, hear what words left to say
For there's nothing to gain
But to lie and stay
Time, time, time, see what's become of me
Could I twitch your rhyme
And step away from abnormality