I have only to open the door to escape
took leave of all life
the hum from the pains of head and body
could look for another victim
to taste this suffering had been a choice,
He gained strength
when peculiar life is reached
Look, I've grown ip.
I walk on two legs,
unsteadily maybe,
but you with the grim malicious pleasure:
If the limit of what is bearable,
a person removed from life in many aspects,
I life, I can endure
the emergency exit stood always open
YOU ARE READING
Eventide
Poetrya little collection of the poems and prose that stuck, the ones I can't un-memorize. written at eventide. (Cover photo taken by me, please leave it where it is)
