The pace was like a slow death
Every minute getting worse
While teasing the comfort of afterlife
I saw suffering everywhere
Kingdom of pathogens
Faces of stranger
Dim , fallen and vulnerable
Unlike their healthy mask
I saw young ones
And once young
Caught the glimpse of
invincible youth too
All here. All waiting.
Some were unbelievably red rude
Some strangely unhealthy helpful.
It was a chaos in there.
I think I heard Michael and Lucifer gambling
While Raphael was cursing.
It was a judgement day
Doctor had a sword
Or was it a needle
Can't remember I was feeling sleepy
He listened to the drums being bashed hard in my heart
I was afraid! Could he hear my secrets?
Was my heart leading a mutiny ?
But soon all was well
At least that's what they told me.
It could be a conspiracy by my flesh
God I was high on legal drugs!
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Poetry from a Naive Quill
PoetryMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...
