born, torn, now forever forlorn

by falling winter roses

oh darling yes we're just the pawns and you b-r-e-a-k us you rip us a-p-a-r-t and no you have never ever cared and never will so this is our life we are born torn and then forever forlorn :: collab freeverse and poetry collection with Da Girl There Reading

2. birth and death

oh mother father

of course it's always the ancient laws

but oh have you ever thought

we'd get tired of doing your endless bidding

…

so give birth to your little pawns

smile down at the face you will soon

tear apart with no mercy

oh isn't that cruelty, my dear?

…

you really don't understand us do you

but well we're human and you're not

oh you're the gods

our creators our destroyers

…

you're done and you know it's enough

well at least you know when it's time to stop

and you leave behind the shattered remnant

of the demigod you supposedly love

…

i think ari forgot to say this: she's doing the freeverses, i, da girl there reading, am doing the poetry part. so that first one is ari's and this one is mine.