Without emotions, time passes quickly as I've forgotten the last time I was full of energy.
I asked the almighty how life feels,
To which he described as full of warmth and joy
But when I tried to feel the warmth, they became lifeless toys.
As I look into the lake watching my reflection
I try to touch myself as if it would release me from intense tension.
The Lord described life as warm and vivid
Yet for some reason, all I feel is the chills mono-chromic.
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Lost Poems of Death
PoetrySince the existence of life, death has always written poems. Sharing its grief to no one.
