Hereditary is the world
from one universe to the next.
How can I believe that you
are the one truly blessed?
Is your skin of gold?
Is your heart soaked pure?
Delicate is the honesty,
of all that you endure.
Belief is as distant
as a butterfly at night.
Night, flight, caught and bite.
No longer will see the light.
Goodnight.
I refuse to believe.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Hereditary is the world
from one universe to the next.
How can I believe that you
are the one truly blessed?
Is your skin of gold?
Is your heart soaked pure?
Delicate is the honesty,
of all that you endure.
Belief is as distant
as a butterfly at night.
Night, flight, caught and bite.
No longer will see the light.
Goodnight.
I refuse to believe.
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