Unic Cjonr Poet ABC

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.

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