He walks along his blundering path.
Whispering winds mimic his wrath.
Hidden, angry, crying, scared
Slain with shame, burdened marred.
Lost his soul beyond the gates
Pillaging through his dreadful fates.
Screaming blood, his open wounds
Black his heart with deathly shrooms.
Boiling death, bursting blisters
Fevers rage with strength of twisters.
Eyes so cold, red with blood
Veins pop out and cause red floods.
Disease breaks out along his chest
Disrupting pain in conscious rest.
Warts invade his rotting feet
Arriving in blackened fleets.
Hives raid his arms and face.
Identity abolished with no trace.
The man you knew has left so fast.
Tis what happens when love don't last.
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Poetic Life
PoetryThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
