Repent


Repent. Repent for all you've done to me,
Repent for all you've said.
Today I shall take up a blade,
But I am not afraid of death.

If my roses could speak,
They'd pity me,
And you who have done me grief.
For I am not afraid of death,
Repent, and let me speak.

The love I knew shall erode away,
Counting every grain in the hourglass,
Until molten tears fall from the sky.
Throw away the world from my grasp.

Repent, and I shall pity you.
Repent, and take a breath.
Today I shall take up a blade,
But I am not afraid of death.

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I wrote this about my mother, not a kindly soul. This is for her.