the me mirrored in your eyesA Poem by Lupus Kaosa burning desire, to burn myself, the thorny rose's body torn, causing it to rot after its death. while a rotten borned scent spreads speedily around the air, I use my memories of you to start a fire. Slowly changing, as the voices tell me, you've never been what I think, as peole show me, I've never been, what I think I was or am. Defying myself, I start defying my flesh, burnt little by little, a piece dropping down I dream of, as I wake up of the heat in my flaming room.
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Added on May 8, 2016 Last Updated on May 8, 2016 Tags: madness, suicide, death, altered reality AuthorLupus KaosMacedonia, GreeceAboutSadness I like to embrace in each of her forms. I feel alone and Solitude is my only friend...But I have no complain about that, since I can write and express myself. more..Writing
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