The machine in which holds me still, rips me apart from the inside. I am breathing the poison air of society and drinking chemical water. In the back of my head there is a yearning to be free from the comatose state. A second heart pumps black blood through my veins...liberation.
Reborn out of the bloody puddle beneath his feet. I rip his body apart and take form. The world falls into the sky piece by piece with every step i make. The Sky is blacker than my soul , flashes of lightning zip through the grey clouds which cry out blood. An army rushes at me from the fading world wanting to stop the monster they made. I stand my ground letting their blades and bullets pierce my flesh and spill my blood. The bloodied dark skin on my body pales as my wounds close. I place one finger on the ground and like dominos each man blows away into the wind as ash.
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Piece Of My Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, short stories and soliloquies about my conscious and subconscious life.
