Short Spitted Poems

have gone through 
Many murders
Throughout my life
Cold-blooded,
Savage and heart-wrenching.
Heart lost it's zeal
But the one that 
Made me to 
Live in a mausoleum 
Without getting died
Is thy love
Dagger of ur 
Love pierced my flesh
Ate my ligaments
And spitted the remnants
Like a devouring wolf
Don't murder me with 
Thy love...
Coz,i have already lost
The chime of my voice
When u losed the key
To open my heart...

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Give me back my innocence,
I wasted in the journey
When blood trickled down my last breath,
Inquisitively, I have been asked..are you dead?

So that’s why they call me devil as I die last..
I never cried tears; it was the toxins that came out.
I never exhaled air it was the repentance of my soul…still cursed, still starved.
Condemned by my miseries, I still live
Spitted upon by my own sweat……
Yes! I still live in me,
Cause the devil dies last....

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