From Death - Poem by Unic Cjonr
Blood fills the tears.
I suffocate inside my sadness.
My eyes refuse point blank to cry.
Do you smell my fear.
Do you hear the ages calling in years.
Deaf you are.
Blind you act.
Even what sees.
Without one to please.
The burnt out trees.
What I sell was sold.
Inside the deepest pits of hell.
What breathes down my neck.
Is the taste of Death.
She wants me back.
Just to break my back.
When I leave home.
She screams my name out in anger.
With love and with hate.
Words letter the walls in my mind.
Front to back.
In and out.
The sentences never rhythms.
What I read is printed in blood.
Until I have finally died.
She will never have enough.
She will never give in to Up.
I am engraved with the sign from time.
Letters signal my defeat.
Unannounced without a sound.
Silence whispers where What is found.
My name is screamed.
The noise always ends.
When love turns soft.
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