Death by a man
with an inverted brain,
is a liberating adventure.
Their experiences are reflected-
And the stain that has tortured his mental-
Removed.
To wipe me from this realm,
he decides not to.
Because my future has been projected.
A live full of glamour,
and living among the lavish-
Would just underwhelm me,
and my life would be left-
Unimproved
This death has only stolen me from the grave.
A pure, and glorifying riddance-
Of anything dull.
Not a removal of stressors,
or the beings that feed on your fear.
But the refreshing of a soul that was-
Abused.
- Author: Markthetabor ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2020 04:05
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 12
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