A weird poem about the choices made by a twin girl named Precious.. |
-Precious Rides The Coldest Touch- by Keaton Foster A precious child Duplicate in name Not exactly the same Has always been alone in life Due to the death Of the only one Who shared her plight Murderer she was called Pointed out for being there Alone in the woods When two became one A shallow grave hides As another lays in wait Easily noticeable Eternally unconcealable A one way trip down A deeper step is always next There will be no coming back Time, such a twisted king Like all others Holding her in judgment All that it has for her is contempt Precious rides the coldest touch In life, her emotions are wrecked She suffers and she struggles to feel Such duality by its own right Is blisteringly surreal Her blood pours out Hemorrhaging red Flowing towards certain death Gravity will do what comes next A backwards fall into a hole An upward perspective of death Forever she will ride the pale horse Truth and god Liars and sin Universally insignificant to her Neither heaven nor hell Want anything to do with her Hypocrites turned heretics And then quickly back again Precious rides the coolest touch As death, her own flows unabated A cool nothingness from below flows Upward bound at a terrifying pace In between, for eternity she will see The price for her choices The result of her actions Two of one, will ultimately Become absolutely none… Precious Rides The Coldest Touch Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |