I'm here in this crowded room
Lying on the ground with a spear buried in my heart,
It bleeds, it hurts, but it's fine.
Murder come, and they eat me alive, flesh splashing everywhere,
But the spear is still in here
I hear the crowds bawling uncontrollably,
But I'm not on my last legs, what was that for?
Remember the clear ice of delusion, where I saw my reflection.
There's a wound in my heart, bleeding continuously,
Kiss my neck, my lips cause you can't kiss my heart
Spare my life, and pull the sharp,
Cover the wound until it heals.
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The Amorist's Magnum Opus (A Poem Collection)
PoetryDepending on the path that we walk through and the way we understand every single step that we take on it. There are various ways that we give meaning and deal with love and life. Consequently, it shows that the odyssey of experience is obviously no...
