[No Soul/ Lost Boy]
A war between two
superiors
A beautiful mirror
and A ravishing human
Storming a catastrophe
on this fragile planet,
Fighting for a desired
love
That the human can't
retain again
For he sold his soul
to the elegant mirror
So the reflection has
alway ridiculed him
With reflections of his
sold soul.
Until the glorious day that
the human couldn't take
anymore,
So he shattered the mirror
into a million pieces
And lost his History
Soul and Emotions,
In the war between
The mirror and the human.
He then counted,
From
One
To
Ten
The numbers that the
human recited
The mean he used to
ease his pain,
Of the numbness that he's
currently experiencing.
For when he lost his soul
his body became icy
As if his blood was liquid
ice.
For he felt
No love,
No heat,
No joy
So he picked up the shards
from the broken mirror
And slit his throat!
For he was lost in his
emptiness.
So he ended up in a
new galaxy;
Where the sky is pained
with black pain,
Where the sun is angry
like hell's flames,
Where the seas swollows
the thriving.
A galaxy of endless
suffering
That's where he went
When his blood soaked
into the dirt
And rocketed him out of
this earth
The day when the human
died,
And lost the fight for his
desired life.
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Even Murderers Die
PoesieAuthor: Jevaunie Patterson Poetry Type: [Narrative Poetry] Book Status: [In-completed] Book Editing: [In-completed] This book showcases my life though murders, suicides and deaths (I support none of those things). This book examines some events tha...
