The Storyteller
Part six
Today a woman,
Madiline.
I knew about her curse
'cause it was the same as mine.
Unlike me she pretends,
as though she can not hear,
the stories held inside.
What consumes her is the fear
the one I have somtimes.
We're part of His special handful
mo matter if you tell them or not.
You're still damned by all.
I look at her
she holds it back,
ignores me like the rest.
I'll just let her go then
guess thats what she does best.
"Good-bye, Madiline." I call out.
Knowing their will be no reply.
"God says he wants you
back on our side."
She turns around in awe to stare at me.
Some one has heard what I said.
I'm not just an annoying buzz
left in someones head.
They knew that I exisited.
They know that I wasn't dead.
Madiline.
I knew about her curse
'cause it was the same as mine.
Unlike me she pretends,
as though she can not hear,
the stories held inside.
What consumes her is the fear
the one I have somtimes.
We're part of His special handful
mo matter if you tell them or not.
You're still damned by all.
I look at her
she holds it back,
ignores me like the rest.
I'll just let her go then
guess thats what she does best.
"Good-bye, Madiline." I call out.
Knowing their will be no reply.
"God says he wants you
back on our side."
She turns around in awe to stare at me.
Some one has heard what I said.
I'm not just an annoying buzz
left in someones head.
They knew that I exisited.
They know that I wasn't dead.