A price to pay pt. 2



My name is Margeret Greyinger.



As I looked upon the ghoulish figure,he smirked,as if he had waited all his
life to finally to do away.I'll say goodbye to you all,I'll be dancing with
demons tonight.I won't look in their fiendish eyes,scared of what might curse me
my soul on that evening,hoping that my flesh won't decay at their touch.I feel a
sudden rush up my spine,it wasn't fear that tinged this sensation,it was
adrenaline.I looked up once more and knew my fate was sealed.Blood-stained claws cut right through me and leave me left for dead.The vicious silhouette finally
turns away and leaves.I finally can die in a pool of this crimson,metallic
liquid. I reminece of the pieces of my shattered memory.Remembering those times
when me and you laughed together,cried together, and then it all came to a close
so soon.You took my heart,and left me breathless.I whispered softly."Goodbye.."
then walked away.Too foolish and naive to realize what I just lost.I finally can
dream in black in white.My vision's blurry now and my body's numb.It feels
strange,am I going to climb to Heaven?Or fall into Hell? What is to become of
me? Those were the final questions I asked myself,seeming to wait for you to
bring the breath of life.I finally closed my eyes and left this world
behind.Put me to sleep Evil angel

~~~~~~ Three weeks later,they discovered her body and prepared her resting
grounds,unbennounced to them that she had never rested in peace...~~~~~~



It's been three weeks and I still haven't been able to leave this mortal
world yet,it's beginning to piss me off.What the hell is keeping me here? Past
repressed emotions? Haunting empty fights? I stay in my calm requiem as I watch
my funeral take place.Much more people that I would've expected.I noticed
something queer though, the people whom hated my very existence (or so I
thought) were crying at my funeral? Were they going to miss the person the
abused so? Or was it that the just were acting to look good in front of everyone
else?As everyone exits the room,I appeared in somewhat of a glistening aura.The
floor is soaked with tears of silent reverance,alter completely filled with
hearts of repentance.I looked upon my mortal corpse.They had restored it to
looked like I had just died yesterday,or as if I was sleeping in a
coffin,singing a lullaby in my dreams.I looked towards a white iris.Whoever it was,they knew that is my favorite flower. My eye is caught by the card daggling
freely against the modest air conditioning."Gane lo que vale mi amore." Such a
beautiful thing to say.I also made my heart beat once more.I lchuckle a bit at
my own morbid joke and look to see who it's from.It was from my dearest.She had
remembered what my favorite flower.I felt a genuine smile grace my lips.I feel a
warm light embrace and grasp me.I walk along a light-ridden path now.I guess
love is in the most unexpected places.


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I'm sorry to the ones who have read this poem and don't believe in Heaven
or Hell.I personally believe in none of them,I actually believe in reincarnation
but that doesn't change my point.I wasn't trying force a religion nor was I
trying move a point across.I just wanted to write something that would be
interesting to someone.Sorry if I offended anymore.Please don't spam and say
that I was making a slur of religion because I've stated it right here.Thank you
for your time.Ja ne