as they drank away the smoky liquid which satisfied my demon's agony fights.
alas,
soon, it would suffocate my lungs like a crumbled piece of paper;
even when my bones would beg me to release the hand
which tightened around their throat.
oh!
how i would be taunting them,
knowing
my eyes wouldn't witness the next day
no matter how bright it would shine.
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don't you cry mother,
when the thin sheet of cloth would cover my hollow body.
don't beg them to release me
because
now i am free from all worries.
oh!
how you once said
"daughter! this is for the weakling. for those who couldn't look at the almighty and pray for goodness. don't scrap your mind with these rustic thoughts. bleach it when it crosses your blooming mind."
what a pity it was!
that you didn't realize
your daughter was already a sinner with endless flaws.
forget almighty;
she couldn't even look into her own eyes in the
silvery mirror,
when the night dawns.
at my dead funeral,
don't shed your precious tears;
instead throw glitters and applaud me,
for being brave enough
to put you all out of melancholy.
whisper secrets into the ears of others,
as how the corpse laid in front
was once a girl,
who was just a mere days away
from being renamed as disappointment.
don't remember me in your sweet thoughts,
as my bitterness would rot them into
smokeless clouds filled with haunting nightmares from your past.
don't hang flowers around the frame,
but strangle it with lifeless weeds
as
for once i could meet someone like me.
oh!
please mother.
let them scream profanities at me,
but not sweet broken whispers about how much they miss me.
don't tell the flesh ahead of you,
who was once a devil hidden in a veil of an angel,
