I have killed you a thousand times,
Oh! Yes I have; with my words so rude,
And voice crude, I stabbed you right in the chest,
You bled and dropped dead…
With appalling eyes, and broken ties
I penetrated your soul,
Made a hole; for you to fall.
And now your anguished ghost,
Haunts me with that wound in the chest
And the grotesque hole,
Day and night, I fight the hideous sight…
My death is nigh thus;
A death insidious.
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Incandescent Nightfall
PoetryThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
