

ReflectionI wondered about death watching a bird slowly die it stared back at me defending its pride -how ironic- or did it want me to end all suffering -I took it and placed safely behind a tree- I just watched I could have ended it but it wasn't my task the freezing cold would do it it would die lonely but apparantly it did not next day I found a corpse there had been a struggle but the predator had won only death has a purpose feeding the unwanted we all survive we are the unwanted we are &Reflection


Serial LoveSometimes the bitter end Is the sweetest thing to come The truth is told in the nightmare And then the dream is undoneSerial Love
The stain remains and scars don’t heal And I don’t know how will I feel Tomorrow or today, I just can’t tell But without you home’s just like hell
You know I walked this road before I know each tile each brick or stone My bags are empty filled with air But I, the wanderer, don’t feel alone
The words you spoke were tender Although there was nothing to gain
It still tastes sweet inside my mouth When I recite your name


Lack of lifetry not to interrogate or instigate, rather reinstate and relocate. there's no need for defeat the truth hides not itselve and is unveiled in every beat of my heart.Lack of life
pounding into flesh lifeless bloodless screams my head explodes an ocean of morbidity
tear down these walls with axes and flames sorrow would suffice yet the the beat goes on
ravage these festering lands they stink of gore and lay down gutted like innocent sheeps
and yet the beat goes on ever lingering dancing novellike songs telling good fortune will come to us all what will remain? are we slaves s


Up there in meverything becomes routine when you’re down where you belong. All the needles and stainless knives don’t follow you where there’s simply no life anymore. They need to cut wide open and watch us bleed, for it’s the only thing they know and what they do best. I stopped bleeding a long time ago and my lifeless corpse still strolls across the sea and ocean as it has departed the city sleep and the land filled with demise. Out here on the water they do not follow me, I am clean and without air. Everything is silent and even the most deadly storm can’t shake my thoughts. I am serene…Up there in me
I stumble across an old ship during my wa
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