WARNING: A little graphic
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I remember the day
you had left me undone,
Yet I know for a fact
that I was never the one
To make you deliver
the pain you had shunned
I know of this battle
and it's one that you won
Ruthless king,
we're nothing but pawns,
It pushed me to limits
you've never been on
Now that I'm stronger,
you stand no chance
I look at you quick,
but only a glance
Where is your queen?
I'll paint her with blood
A sound in the night,
that ends with a thud
Now for the king,
you'll never escape
Rip out your heart,
your mouth left agape
Now that you're dead,
the stage has been set
the only thing left
is the sound of my steps
it was the time
that I should return
so I left the bodies
to steadily burn
you thought it was over?
It'll never be done
this is only the beginning,
of the horrors to come.
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The Symbol of A Shattered Life
PoésieWhen a life is shattered, do you pick up the pieces, or do you lose your way? Come read my perspective on what it means to become the symbol of a shattered life. The life within a poem.
