|| FEATURED IN THE OFFICIAL WATTPAD POETRY PROFILE UNDER THE READING LIST "STYGIAN SKIES-DARK"||
- 24/09/2020
❝It wasn't lethal when you touched me,
It was lethal when I tasted your touch.
God forbid, it tasted like a blind's...
Frozen they were, my feet, Dead I was, on my feet, How can you ask to get my feet wet When I hadn't found my feet yet?
The looming terror in the glorious tears The sky didn't cry that day, It was as if the sun was mocking my fears, Sunshine so intense, the wall was now white which used to be grey.
The son of Nyx made my eyes heavy, As if his twin was here to levy, The coarse breath reminded me of the stone etched, above my tombstone, while I still lay in the bed.
The nightmares, the madness engulfed me, my crime was taking in the air, The terror, the trauma embraced me, their reason was prey to bear.
The relative came to celebrate the dread, The result, the consequence was their daily bread, Like the bird that took nibbles of the crime, Like the mildew that thrived on it, its prime. ❞
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