The sinner's journal : Syria

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They haunt me
Whose lives I destroyed
Their cries follow me
Wherever I go
They won't spare me
Why should they?
Each drop of their blood
Appears into my glass of water.
Every last breathe
Whisper curse in my ears.
Every drop of tear like acid
Burn my skin when I sweat.
I cannot eat or breathe
I cannot die or live
I have failed human kind
But then I decided to die
I tried to kill myself
But their soul stopped me
I thought they forgave me
But they said death is too kind
For someone like me.
I cried I begged
They showed no mercy on me.
It went like this for years on me.
the day came finally
The day when I die.
I am dead like them
But my body, my body
Is still here.
There is no-one left to bury me
For I killed them all long ago.
I am seeing my body deteriorating
Slowly slowly.
As time is passing
more and more
Insects are invading
My body is lying
in the middle of the ground
I can see vultures approaching,
Now they are eating flesh of my body.
Once again I can hear the souls
But this time they're not crying
But laughing, laughing a giant laugh together.

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