embraced by chaos
mummified by doubt
a cold wind passes through and wails her name
gently, i close my eyes
recalling when
she extracted me from her murky womb
yesterday's are imaginary to me
i'll have no worth tomorrow
because... she is gone.
it happened so sudden
depriving me of all i've ever known.
to hate with a passion was
my only leisure
to build my soul of rage for her
but now
i dwell
alone in my own filth
begging for her.
mummified by doubt
a cold wind passes through and wails her name
gently, i close my eyes
recalling when
she extracted me from her murky womb
yesterday's are imaginary to me
i'll have no worth tomorrow
because... she is gone.
it happened so sudden
depriving me of all i've ever known.
to hate with a passion was
my only leisure
to build my soul of rage for her
but now
i dwell
alone in my own filth
begging for her.
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1 comment:
A painful read... but so well written.
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