A Letter to :Where Death Hides

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Magnified mortal shells, mummified
Amongst, A
Mutating media
In so
Those of many which defied
Spread wings ,take turns ,finding they All murdered, death ,died

Mortified
This misfire
Testified

So now-

Non shall be rectified , our rightful place ,
Denied

The motions in the tide

The scripture,
scribbled
by who's scribe. - not mine
Fine,settle for-
A Break dancing corpse bride
Nothin money can't bribe
Me
Logically
Mystified

Brains Scorched lamenting fried
What to
Decide
Decide
Decide?...
Mostly think an ideal of suicidal design
To which I'll abide
Humble within its pride
Oh and !

- P.S God lied
So tired of dying
Why

Haven't I died ?

That damn Reapers
Too God damned shy

#death-metaphor #existential-poetry #general #psychological-exploration

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Comments & Feedback (2)

Jan 15, 2013 at 9:34 PM

Really like this 👏👏

Jan 16, 2013 at 8:36 AM

Much gratitude , thank you @sjw

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