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December 3, 2013


Bury me in the grave of the forgotten,

where society shuns,

can’t stand the fake smiles

that pretend to notice the body floating in the bloody stream,

I accept my fate,

hanging in the centre of nothingness,

numb domination,

fear universe,

am I worth the Purgatory?

or am I an ingredient of spit?

they haunt,keep my head in the guillotines.

smelling demise yet unavailable

Is it the only liberation pathway?

end result of my meditation?

I wanna view my bones from the azure sky

conqueror of souls.

keep me afloat and let the thorns be visible

torture yet pleasure

building with every kill

grow a mold in me

let me be the ancient treasure

that reminds the world the  peaceful habitat in the abandoned shadows

in the silent graveyard


From → dark poetry

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