The Blade Poem by Amy Ormonde

In my dreams
I lye in wake
Waiting apon another fate

I watch as all Ive done an seen
Begins to repeat in front of me

I begin to shake, Tremble, and cry
as what i see is but half the lie

How do these threats come soo far forth
creating for me an once burdend curse

Now I see how uncontrolable this can be
as I begin to see how this death will always be

as I lay there I can see how dreams have come to me
as i lay there I can see my death has burdend me
as i lay there I can feel
the sharpness of these pains
the blade of never ending lies
cuting straight through me