When the night chose me
I choked
Broken from the inside out
Bound by my wrists
I cried
Pitiful and wary tears
Lost to my sea of guilt
Founded in the essence of sins
I owe my life to the darkness
The thing beyond the grave
In life I was an invisible soul
While in death I am the Master of them all
Down in the depths I claim my crown
Waiting for any chance to break through the sodden ground
- written July 2016 and just found
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Ethereal Abyss
PoetryPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
