Unic Cjonr

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Make It Soon - Poem by Unic Cjonr

Long lasting agony burns what remains, frequently fast fire flamed, do you smell my pain. Left to defend, i am attacked by myself, by my past, i love to take part, i am the outcast. Smouldering by my tornado of hate, Give gave just to be saved, abrased, by my own race. Where i go, with Who, never the concern to the depth of the oncoming levels of the uneven fall of snow. Blood trails my steps as my shadow when i am found, barely broken by alone, many are the severity of my bones, skinned and spin splintered, healed by death throughout her winter. Rape meagain, i am ill to the straight around the bend, not to but with the spoon, feeding with frenzy, on my venomous veins, under the scarlet scarlight of thehowling moon. Death needs to be the one, fetching my broken heart, please make it soon.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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