no more

I am no longer one to fear
nor somebody that you should dread
for if you look behind my eyes
you’ll see that I’m already dead
I had my day but that’s long gone
naught remains but this old shell
every trace of animus
I took to keep me warm in hell
where dark flames burn like ebon ice
to suck what warmth remains of life
and every moment brings new pain
and every breath a butcher’s knife

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  1. damommza

     /  December 9, 2013

    As the long days of winter are falling..this poem is the darkest day of all..moody and sad..with no hope of spring..depressingly good though… πŸ˜€

  2. abikertoo

     /  December 11, 2013

    Izz steuuk ayund fe**kd!!


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