Blind crawling on hands and knees. Hearing nothing but the utterance of deep cruelties, sinners breathing down ear lobes, screaming infatuation inside. Feeling only cold bitterness. The rusty nails and thumb tacks tearing at flesh. Smelling pungent diseases, senses hunger for a high. There are ashes of a previous flame, extinguished by lack of resentment. A body battered and beaten, covered in scars of a life left behind. A desperate soul at the brink. Building urge to cry for help arises. Pale lips unlock the door, out poured polluted waters. Not a single being remained above, amongst the misery. Turpentine poison striped away their boldness creating an unsolvable mystery embroidered in painful charms.
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Insane Ravings of a Munk
PoetryA past history full of scattered emotions and experiences. Written in a series. Wrapped in a bow as a gift to you all.
