Flow down oh my death, flow down as you're, as the rotten tears of the most clotted wounds.
Flow down oh my blood as it splatters for your offering, offering a last piece of trust I left for you, a last piece of all i had of that shattered threatened heart of mine.
Oh such a fool! That you presented me with death !
Why death when your love was killing me enough?
Why death when your blisters sting so sour?
Why death when you are the poison I was galloping every moment?
Why death when your statements stab harder thrusting my chest?
Death feels better.
As it flowed down, as I flowed down breaking away all the strings as I heard the chords play.
As I heard you playing the same tunes, you used to play.
The strings broke and the tune dropped, as I flowed down with a smile craved.
Death felt better indeed.
-Angshika
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The Bliss (ters) Rain Gave
PoesíaA collection of bruised poems by a teenager describing her thoughts on love and misery and endless altercations between the mindd and hearts Cover Credits -Angshika
