Living like a Dead
The shadow wreck havoc on the sight
The light post dim as those apparitions sprout
Unaware of the agonizing eyes
She crepts the lonely rose bushes
Behind those stood a signage
Signalling the word ‘R.I.P’ on the woodcarver
The mischief and cunning smile appear on someone
He, the devil summon the soul of the passerby
Soon He will bewitched the good
And trespass to the open doors
He will reign in your body
Soon control your mind and keep you evil.
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SCAR OF LIFE(poetry)
PoetryA short poem that will captivate your heart in believing that wounded heart and mind cannot be healed... Through past years of waiting for miracle to happen but no one came... Being naive to what really happen during your innocent age.. Maybe your n...
