A Sweet Death's Wish
Such felony
Thy sacred grace!
To whom guilt
Be pressured upon
Thy sinner
Nothing but a less,
Lesser than demeanor!
May opressor be guaranteed
Of grievous life
May bones break
As brittle as ice
May no blood flow
To your innermost veins
A monster—
May your lies
Fall into deaf ears
As much as your pleads
Fall in silent tears
One can fool its kind
As much as the world revolves
But you cannot fool
Highness in thine
As you let your demons untamed
Meticulously hidden by smile
I have known
Your monstrosity
And each kind
As they
Have pained me
And wounded
My soul
Your suffering awaits
Maybe not humanly
To the afterlife
Tripled my grudges
'Til not a cent of peace
Lingers your soul
As you go
Self-destruct
I have known you very well
For I, once, the victim
Let me smile in silence
As heavens burn your soul
The gates of immaculate
Will never open
To your monstrous soul
Might as well—
Die alone.
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Darkest poem I've ever wrote.
It's better if you don't understand.
-Gwynn
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