The rush of the blood as it boils
As he see the unseen for price
The horror of which makes him
Slave of the fear which had always
despised as the every part of his
body felt disgusted to be the being as
As the faces which became the seen
Every mirror in the present in within
Had been broken.
The thing which saw was him holding
A red dead knife and the smell of dead
Loomed that night as the moon's light
Which reflected in his eye as the light
Flashed on the dark of night he had
KILLED
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Dreams
PoetryThe life shows us many beautiful moments as they in engraved into our hearts that might seem to have been coming in the magical world of dreams. Which makes us drown in depths of thoughts. As they fuel us to create different realm where we are all a...
