Svart Sjel (black soul)

Black soul, and beaten mind
Inside you fester, rot and die
Hold your breath from what’s inside
A bird and a worm, crawl my love, don’t die [fly].1

Whispers breech the walls [halls] of your heart
Searing my ears,
Burning them shut from things you don’t want me to hear [fear]. 2

We are the monsters
We’ve caught fire
Our solemn souls burn, alone [coal]
I am here [near] against the wall
Beating and pleading
“Please mon ami, open for me”3

Holding flames poured forth from your mouth
I bleed for you, will you bleed for me?
Nay my love [dove], replay the curses [verses] in your head
And say a plea for me to flee [be].4

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  • lottiemae
    April 7, 2008
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    nice poem, I only wish that I could write poetry.

    beginning: 4.