Possessed in wickedness’ ghoulish gaze Groping out from the darkness it delivered a maze Examining the engraving closely, “Life” it read Curiously I opened the box and froze dead Disoriented and isolated through thick, icy fog Mind smoldered and lagged from overwhelming smog Secluded and distressed in this peculiar world Contentment forced from me in a convulsive hurl Centaurs arise from the depths and collect my soul A shallow corpse left for the feasting upon of null Smiles puddle and drain off by diabolic gargoyles Life gyves my constant thoughts with toils No one but nobody to bring me relief My soiled being gutted with grief Screaming and howling through breeding fire You neglect the cries of my mental expire Never shall I again be curious of this thing called “Life” For I have faced its bitter loneliness and lie in self strife
Reason for writing:
Life & loneliness.
Birth sign: Taurus
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