I saw my death before me,
as morning has seen light.
my body lay forewarning,
of autumn’s sweet,sweet sighs.
it twisted in an awkward way,
lying so exposed.
as fate would have it clearly,
to tell a story more.
a girl of soft cried sorrows.
of mourning, but of night.
she forgot to tell her secrets
and kept them all inside.
so eventually they chafed,
inside her stone cold soul.
until a rash had begun,
thinning the poor toll.
then the tolls man was questioned,
by the secrets wits.
to let him out, about,
before he died of sick.
the tolls man was quite weary,
as the chafing wore him down.
so the girl let out her secrets,
shortly with a frown.
as they stared into her eyes,
the color of the sea,
they pondered what was wrong with her
and how to set her free.
all she ever wanted was her solitude and peace,
but her heart had been broken
by the looks for secrets released.
they stared at her in silence,
waiting for her help.
terrified of what she was,
waiting for the yelp.
soon she grew past tormented,
from all the glances on.
and there she came to lay in vain,
in beautiful zion.
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