deadly poetics
blacken ink written in blood
in composition

constantly wishing
that life was equal to death
in less than my last

b r e a t h

gasping in silence in the darkness of brutal hues
bruised in confusion

and in the minute
I wish to die completely
needing nothing but

h u s h e d l o n l i n e s s

in this mess
like life in the middle of death
under Satins crown
so here I lay
in my own violent blood
in this crafted cross

d
o
w
n

s
i
d
e

u
p
.
up side down

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