Rain soaks the ground
Reflection found on water
Each whispering sound
The fatherless father
Mirror breaks all the time
Glass shards beside your feet
Blood drips, bell rings and chimes
Threw it all on a bottomless pit
Paper gives you cuts
Rings made from it soaked in blood
Unfinished sentences of "but-"
A jeweler, but a fraud
Black cats brings bad luck
Came from the tales of men
You've painted yourself black
They say "he's gone insane"
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PoetryTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
