Serendipitous Musings

Black Death.

As I see stars twinkle
A tear that trickles
Went back in those tear glands
For it all is black
All is blank.

Black and heavy
No iron rods I carry
Only contrasted dark memories.
To Remember is bane
In memories there’s pain
Here I feel broken glass in my veins.
Pricks every cell as the blood flows
The cave of death is close.
Blank. And black.

To the oblivion I travel
Knocked the peace door
I fell back on the floor.
Blood escapes from my brain
Washing away all the pain
I am dead. I am no more.

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