RedemptionA Poem by ShannyIn this temple I hear gods in every susurrus they freeze my limbs they weep for my soul the face from the mirror leads me to the altar wears in white at day wears in black at night my heart avulsed from chest falling to the holy ground so close to death- they whisper and crying for me to die screams inside my mind insane pain slaughters me slowly vast cauldron is staying among the circle of creatures they sacrificed for immortality now they are dumb and forgotten their bodies are rotten I hear laughting beside my ears I see sharp iron in their hands I crave for release no one hears my screams my body aches my senses pales doom within all my world cursed the day I met them
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Added on October 6, 2014 Last Updated on October 6, 2014 AuthorShannyKrakow, PolandAboutI think, therefore I am not I do not exist I am product of the thought The thought is not born in me It is the thought that creates me and evokes the illusion of the being... more..Writing
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