Am I Supposed To Be Grateful I Survived This?
Anger, dolent, satisfaction.
I dont understand the feelings
What is it? Where is it? How can I avoid it?
No,
How can i get it?
Satisfaction. I want it
But the anger. The compressed emotions
People uttered
Whynis it still going around me?
Covering every inch of my soul.
I lost my mind atleast another thousand times
Should I stop? But nothing is crueler than dream ends midway.
I whelve the seed. Balter around it. Holding the most genuine smile
Shinier than the gates of heaven
Its not raining, just tears.
of anger, hatred
form into and ocean, when turns into a thread it could reach the sun
It's a curious thing
The death of a foe
The helpless last breath
When their heart is in my hand
seconds before death
How does it feels like
Putting a foe underneath some sheet
For them to never wake up
The apple turns red. Beautiful
How I wish to see it rots in their body
Rots with the poison I created
Oh, how beautiful it is
Turning red to blue that ends with black
If blinking save you from the hand of death,
I would cut off my eyelids and make an art out of it
Beauty is what I see
Last breath step out. Far from the body
Forced
Mixed with thousand winds
Goodbye to the screams
Echoed in the hallway
Hello to the creeping silence
Dark
but without it, we can't see the stars
To surpass the monster, I'm willing to abandon my humanity
I realized that anger is inevitable
The life i created for myself
In my head, crawling to the gates of reality
Living peacefully in me
The monstrous
Nothing else,
just stars
Copyright © Andrea Chrisyiana | Year Posted 2023
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