My Own Demise
Blood overflows my skin,
And seeps through my fingers,
Droplets of mortality race with no will...
Carved in the flood, a desire, a dream to fulfill,
For once my eyes flew above tomorrow,
But my heart clung to the ashes of sorrow,
My mind was under siege by shadows of grief,
And the wind was my soul...roaming for relief,
The days have built a conflict in my existence,
And failure defeated the fort of my resistance,
Walls were scorched by the vibe of my wail,
A symphony to the last chapter of my tale,
I bless the ground where my body lies,
As I lead the requiem of my own demise,
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