Wrath

This rage is nourishing the vengeance

and pleasuring the wrong indulgence

This madness is killing the silence

and reincarnates it into violence

I like the melody of your scream

now everything looks like a dream

This burning fire is consuming me

I can think of nothing to set me free

I trust no faith

go ahead and pray for your last breath

How many times should I experience death

before I can evoke His Wrath?

This is a tragedy of self-denial

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Apple Tree

Apple tree of December

growing strongly with tender

those days I can still remember

voiceless pain and endless suffer

Silver bullet that disguised as seed

shamefully hidden below the skin of greed

wipe those tears and falsely claim it as deed

innocent breaths and dark sorrow are what you need

What lies under the beautiful ground

are the limbs that have never been found

What continuously nourishes this soulful tree

are the infinite bloods that put a shame on the sea

This, is too raw for the tree to grow backwards

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Forgot

It's 11.47pm now

I woke up in this white room

filled with the scent of gloom

I feel empty

and lonely

I remember nothing about my past nor present

I was told that I am having amnesia

the only thing I can remember now is the feeling of my Coulrophobia

Should I stay?

but why?

Should I pray?

but to whom?

I want this to be my last breath

in this room, nothing is left

but then I begin to question myself

What is the meaning of my death, if my life is made up of nothing?

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