It was the fast touch,
Which ripped my skin apart.
Where both joy and pain played inside
My untouched flesh.
The feeling trembles my spine out.
But it wasn't the pain which made me scream,
Neither the blade nor the bleeding.
It was the thought,
That with just one spoonful drop of it.
It's the end for me.
It's more than what I have imagined.
The one that would torture my days
Into a crawling nightmare.
Whenever it happens.
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
