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Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Flies Fly When You Die


Broken promises smothered.

To have a heart.

One that bleeds love.

Lies stolen by what was spoken.

Blisters the lips with a kiss.

Unspoken to be the truth.

Dark i am to be honest.

Unharmed.

Black is the present past.

Felt by the ice cold flames.

Vile to bleed what is my blood.

Rivers runs the poison which venoms my veins.

Choiced to live until I die.

My screams render to fill.

Which displays the crack in my dreams.

I close my eyes, i do not want to wake.

Why.

Why.

Why.

I cry, my rot eats chocolate as decay.

Soon I will be cannabalised before noon.

Flies do fly.

So do you.

When you die.

Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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