Category : Poems

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Stillborn Soul

The damnation eternal
This birth was not sacred
The pleasure infernal
This child should have been dead

When its tears have run dry
its eyes will turn to sand
Grains of time pour from the sockets
and fall into cold hands

Abandoned at the stake
I will taste the flames
Skin and bones
ash and cinders

Can I still feel shame?
Can you hear me dying?
I fear the silence
How long will it be
before I start to disappear?

Undead rising 
Worms crawl
Box for the bones 
Hole for the fall
I disintegrate 
A corpse decaying 
I desecrate this tomb
I'll be home soon
I eliminate the sun
and procreate the cries and whispers
of a soul that cannot be saved

...this child should have been dead