'moŕiesh essence'
11тн, αρяιℓ, 1987
The coldness of death filled the void that was left as blood was sucked dry out of my body...
Darkness consumed all of my senses. Starting from the tips of my fingers, until it finally devoured even my consciousness.
I was terrified as I slipped in and out of consciousness.
But, the terror I felt somewhat lit a small flame at my groin, and it spread like wildfire burning throughout my body.
It felt like the ultimate catharis.
Published date : 29.06.2020
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Moŕeish Essence
PoetrySo tell me, what exactly is the problem using whatever means at one's disposal to prevail at the expense of others.
