Unic Cjonr Poet ABC

Burning Ash Black

The candle witch burns 
my sheets.

In and between my 
thorns.

Fires the sight in hell, 
ash black.

My heart on ice.

My blood is poisoned.

I am prevented.

I am indented.

Love cannot assault the 
attack.

I am broken for the 
sake of feeling alive.

I am damaged.

I am good not.

I want to feel why live is 
real. 

Can I begin to be more 
being.

Why can I not smell the 
seeing.

The truth is not for me.

I will not tell.

My lies are walled 
inside the rusted gates.

In the deepest shaft of 
hell.

I will never walk any 
moon 

Nor do I want the cure.

To light as pure.

I will not hide.

I have six to a side.

You do not have to 
worry.

I am not one bit sad for 
sorry.

I do scream.

In my dreams.

Where my tears are 
torn.

With the butterflies.

Burning ash black.

Beyond the path of 
death.

In the clear blue skies.

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