I Was Dead
Combined, with rusting
vines.
Intertwined, my
bleeding veins creates
the sign.
Dawn tears at the walls.
Where my mind hides.
Enveloped by the
energy in dusk.
I lost the trust.
Which is a must for
must.
Relying on what is off.
I absorb the curse.
Frame flamed by being
the blame.
My head screams into
what seems insanely
sane.
Love found by the crust
from the thorns.
I am totally turned by
the tentacles of torn.
I was dead.
Before I was born.
Devise to be deceived.
I lie the land into litters.
Do not believe, me.
Not even if you can see
me.
I will tear your world
into nothing.
Because to me.
Nothing is Something.
Broken by my own
conscious.
I harm.
Vivacious wonders
viciously.
In and around.
The echoes which colors
the rainbows.
With the wings from a
butterfly.
To defy the noise
attached to Death.
Because dying.
Has no sound.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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