Rain falls
Like my tears
And the rain murders me
Cradling demonds
Warming my heart
With torches
and branding weapons
Claiming me, the one who fell
And will never stand again
Unless for bad intentions
Unless for wanting certainty of failure
Or pure end
Bloody smiles
Linger in the future
Corrupt the old me
The distant hum of mothers tears
The longing for the deceased
The corpse she sees wake
And fall
Just like the setting sun
The one I wish to blacken
The one I drown in when I fade
Deprived of breaks and endings
Happy.
The epitome of
Death.
Falling with the rays
That are shaded
Every.
Waking.
Night.
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Unleashed
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect w...
