But I am panicking,
and I have exhausted,
all the resources for,
the person I've slaughtered,
so help me before,
I drop down in despair,
help me for more,
for an eternity flair,
because I may not be able,
to find my way out of this,
I may not be able,
to find my way to exist;
because the trial lays heavy,
sat on top of my head,
leaves me remembering,
my sorry place in this bed;
for I have been designed,
to kill as I might,
I have been resigned,
to sin as I fight;
and if this be my redemption,
lead me towards my paradise,
because I've already been infected,
by this madness, a parasite.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
