Present Creature
My pain trapped from the past, sets a man made future - I bare no fur, i am a present creature - I see, i hear, i smell, the difference is the dead that tells - The whispers from the dark, with axe in hand, to a tree, i remove all the bark - Blood soaked sheets from a mare, the sun shines it is day - Skeletons in my closet, bones in my bed - Shadows crawl on my walls, i have a rose, but thorns in my head screaming with the dead.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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