My Flies
An aura so transparant, phosphor light by sulpher - A sphere so square to the hate i bare, my share to fair, unknown - My crosses are carried by my shoulders, cracked by the weight of agony - My eyes produce the sight next to fear, the sand to sleep covers most of my useless tears - A heart torn, the veins thorned by pain - A mind blown by demons, created over time, by a brain addicted to insane - Memories of the dark flames my violent past, infected by a soul so explosive, an angels corrosion - Combat against the immortals to their graves, switching what is left to inherit the lostfull place, with no sun, only cries - I become one with my flies
poem by Unic Cjonr
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