Memories of Broken Souls

Mirthless Part 1

Lost

What to write:

that night, my mind went blind.

For a blank sheet of paper

proved my thoughts darker,

darker than a blank sheet

of paper in a hollow, dark room,

a dark room that became

for me a random living room,

pushing me to be a dweller.

I knew no way to describe

my slithering snake's actions

and the kisses of hell's flame.

Fallen Ones

As dawn rose,

coughing blood blew out,

and cells decomposed.

I, the Octa, or the circle of eight characters

who carried my own memories

and seven other characters',

remained confused

by life as I tasted its sorrow,

and time passed by.

While grieving for unfair death,

I made my way into the cemetery.

I carried the world's disgrace.

Feeling that the world was colder

than fear itself in a sense,

I hoped to show this existence:

that killing each other is no better

than just action like a rightful penalty,

and, being a messenger,

I should start over.

Commotion Jaws

Octa remained confused

by the torments of his mind

and stood still; he was being used

by all who pretended to be.

All nights and days,

he conquered his thought

to decipher and escape

while he was lost in a maze.

But he remained stuck:

a broken tape.

Believing that love was true,

Octa sensed he was being betrayed.

This led him astray to an illusion

of a universe that he conveyed.

He then remained in a dark

hallway of commotion.

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