Never Forgiven

The noise...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The noisemaker, the machine.

Making lines, rising and falling like the pyramids of Egypt.

Blankets covered Ken, the boy who dreamed.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Off to his side, watching without eyes, his machine.

A thick thread came from this machine, this machina.

It wound through his sheets, coming to his hand, becoming the head of a snake.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It bit around his finger, making it glow red.

His parents wept tears of saddened love.

His friends came and went, giving him silent messages of hope, and yes, remorse.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

They came as a whole, or in groups; in twos and threesomes.

They bore him presents that wilted or were eaten by his ever-changing roommates.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He never knew they came or went.
Verse 1
Half a Life

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Nothing from the bible in this one. I think I will stick with the poetic format for the event that are in the present, up till some point in time.

And thank you, my first reviewers, for your homage. I was sick when I read your reviews, and it brightened my day. Thank you.

~OniHime