Black beads, my rosary

Black beads, my rosary
stains my sordid eyes
Black beads, my rosary
burns my flesh hounded hands

Beads bleed my uncertainty
hollowing my wretched soul
beads bleed my animosity
my heart, the rosary
beating bleak my eternity

I Like It!

I honestly can't say I am able to figure this one out. It is quite enigmatic, but that's what I admire about this poem. It is breif and sounds good when reading in my head; I like your word choice. Even still, I have no idea what your words are trying to conjure! This air of mystery adds appeal to the poem as a whole. Cheers.

-Epitome

moving words,pretty short

moving words,pretty short though.
all the magic of this world,
dwells within you,
an eternity of years,
and its all you ever needed to know.

!@#$%^&&*!@$%^&*((

My gratitude...

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