A vivid look at nothing,
The darkness of the black.
I sauntered step by step,
Never to come back.
Eternity swallowed whole,
The innocence of prayer.
It sucked my mind and soul.
As my body still, lie bare.
Reap to me the mark,
Of bliss perpetual,
Inside of all the dark,
It’s light yet still exceptional.
For devils laugh at pain,
Means to end the game.
And seek but nothing else,
For the end of dead men’s pulse,
As all will end the same.
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Author:
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Comments2
Dark fatalism pervades this poem and indeed it is true. Very nicely put
Thank you.
Excellent write
Ty. I'm reading a book and the main character is obsessed with what his last words will be. The poem is kinda based in the same premise. Lol
You're welcome
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