I Was Dead Poem by Unic Cjonr

Combined, with rusting vines.

Intertwined, my bleeding veins creates the sign.

Dawn tears at the walls.

Where my mind hides.

Enveloped by the energy in dusk.

I lost the trust.

Which is a must for must.

Relying on what is off.

I absorb the curse.

Frame flamed by being the blame.

My head screams into what seems insanely sane.

Love found by the crust from the thorns.

I am totally turned by the tentacles of torn.

I was dead.

Before I was born.

Devise to be deceived.

I lie the land into litters.

Do not believe, me.

Not even if you can see me.

I will tear your world into nothing.

Because to me.

Nothing is Something.

Broken by my own conscious.

I harm.

Vivacious wonders viciously.

In and around.

The echoes which colors the rainbows.

With the wings from a butterfly.

To defy the noise attached to Death.

Because dying.

Has no sound.