Seven
The sin in my guilt -
Build through the years in my mind -
Reflects the castle when i stare inside the mirror -
I was consumed by infliction,
I hurt to find, the love in pain -
Why am i surrounded by clouds -
Through the thunder -
Light is kind to static, inside my brain -
The strikes filled to the end, by sorrow as a positive -
Sedative is too negative -
The sun is shining, blue clear colour the sky -
Why the wonder to be born -
them to perform my part, in the theatre of death -
What is special and who becomes the saint -
When you die, how far do you have to dive -
To what depth before you touch down in heaven -
Splintered by the rusted seven
poem by Unic Cjonr
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