Trigger Warning: self-h*rm, su*cide, death. Read at you own risk!
Reaper
Menacing, dark, dead of night,
Behind the door, cries and fright,
Twilight begins the race for luck,
Peace will pass, back he's stuck;
Knot of life, pulled up and tightenin',
Tip pierced the flesh and through the skin,
On my cue, he'd reached height so rare,
Stingin' edges have stopped long despair;
Soul's a friend of Luna and the stars,
Light, his hope; dark hides the scars,
Rain mourns with this unfortunate child,
I am the Reaper, beaming to Idlewild.
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Ephemeral Echoes
Thơ caEphemeral Echoes compiles my English and Filipino poems, covering diverse themes like friendship, love, suffering, and adoration. I invite your mind to explore the profound echoes in these verses. Let the resonating words paint vivid images in your...
