choices
I had met with an angel.
Here's what he had said:
Love me forever, and it costs but one small thing
a life, fleeting
a soul-less little thing
your soul I ask to bring.
I had met with that angel
to bring my thing to bring
he accepted. Doubtlessly
religiously
all that was met to he.
I left that then angel
with one-less life to lead
I'll be fine
I'll be sure
to make another life instead
one's head is made up so easily.
I can never take it back
the thing I chose to bring
But the angel, I had met
with whom I had slept
made it easy , quite easy
For me to forget
Why a life i chose to leave
I left so suddenly
No gifts for the dearly departed memories
no turn to turn around
no light to see
nor ear to hear
my soul-less life
Left.
Shamedly, Silently.
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