The vessel of the charred soulA Poem by The dark storyVessel of the charred soul The erroneous caresses of
the churlish wind The burning coal and the
abject blizzard The darkness and the sun I could feel neither of
them Nor the living scars of
the dead past Nor the scarlet streams of
this broken heart.
I’m prowling towards the
dead life To resurrect her and
subside her strife Yet the steps halt
themselves so suddenly While these mauled arms
stretched for it, praying madly .
What was I? What has
become of me? Am I still lifelessly
alive, drowning in the oblivious sea? Or am I just a wretched
vessel, With a charred soul residing
in there?
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