Brutal Salvation
Sip that blood .. fill thy melancholic heart
bandage my deep wounds then dig me a grave
may my life begin if I shall depart
for the mortuary life had me enslaved
and my conscious mind cursed his sanity
scattered am I among those frosty dreams
to proceed my road to eternity
and satirize the life I won't redeem
so tolerate my sin .. accept my wrath
for in this perfect world am incomplete
survived by death .. anxious for my last breath
drift in grief as I flip my final sheet
thus I rot shrouded by desperation
till I'm blessed with thy brutal salvation
Copyright © Samar Saleh | Year Posted 2011
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