𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 Poem by Reinz Acasio

The tears have fallen apart,
Drifting from the river of your confusion
A glimpse of moistness has vanished
Leaving a hellhole of devilish despair

When two roads have diverged
You realized to choose with peaches and cream
But one action has shot you dead
Melting the blood of your excruciating fear

When your sorrow has vanquished your self-control
Bulldozed being on the fence
You involve yourself in a deadly sorrow
Losing your strength means killing tomorrow

The chance of your survival is shallow
When your evil resides it tightens your breath
Opening the door of your darkness
Mourning the image of your dilapidated death.