Today I went to the graveyard
To the graveyard of my heart
I saw you on one of it
Your smiling face looks ruined
I saw part of me
That I buried with thy
This dark corner were corpses live
Isn't dark as it seems
I knew that moment
Why I'm so obsessed with death
To the one I killed
I want to go there
To make it breath
So maybe just maybe
My heart filled with light
Could go out of the graveyard
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The asunder word
PoesíaFinding taste in words that are meant tasteless. Words that hold stories.
