Genderless flower..
There is no identity..
Nor any ounce of relief..
Just a bone crushing sense of acceptance..
Regret stumbles upon the inexcusable.
As desires begin to taste of arsenic..
Intestines burns...
And the body turns into a puddle of nothingness...
Forever shapeless..
Shamelessly accepting the void.
- Mello Sakia

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Voices of the Unheard
PoetryVoices of the Unheard is simply about the untold stories humanity has hidden between its pages. - Mello Sakia & Ryuzaki Ryuga Hideki (aka "L")