It's raining again
The drops of crimson
Covering my skin
I look up, trying in vain
To see through the bodies
And all their pain
Searching for the sky
That might be lighted
With hues of orange
As dusk arrived
But I couldn't cut through
The more I pull
The more they appear
My hands are now shaking
My ligaments about to tear
Just like my spirits, unable to bear
Such a gruesome sight
So, I stand, a shiver in my bones
My teeth clattering from the cold
My eyes dry just like my throat
My body wet, turning red
From all the blood that sticks
To my hands and legs
I look at the corpses at my feet
They look distraught and beat
Their eyes frozen in a state of agony
A resonating plea of mercy
Forever etched on their body
It makes me want to cry
Seeing them die
Such cruel deaths
It makes me want to hate
Myself for doing this
To those innocent lives
But the world is a selfish place
And everybody wants to survive
I am doing the same, aren't I?
Trying to survive despite all these crimes
I look up,
Countless bodies floating above
Spitting blood onto me
Like angry clouds bursting out cries of agony
I try to bring my hands to cut more
To see the clear sky once more
But they won't move anymore
Because my hands are tired
Just like my soul
I want to scream
Beg for mercy just like all these corpses down below
Wasn't I the one who was tortured first? So, doesn't it make sense for me to blow them up
But nothing comes out of my parched throat
I hear a loud creak
As I fall, my knees breaking
Aftereffects of being so strong all along
Still no sound leaves me
It's like I cannot speak anymore
I lie there facing above
Soaking in the blood
Of all the people I've hurt
A fatigue comes over me
A sort of numb spreading free
I did my best, didn't I?
So now I think I can leave
I try to smile one last time
To show that I wasn't lost
I fought my battle
To the end I know
But now I am just too tired
To keep going on
That is why I'll close my eyes
And smile
As my soul flutters away and
My body rots away in the cold.
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Withering petals of my hurting heart
الشعرA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.