Soul Of Day - Poem by Unic Cjonr
Diaries of a heart broken soul, written in pain and sealed with blood, alone i wonder the depths of my memories. Deep into my fall, i am to shallow, i cannot creep with Crawl. Thorns splinter the marrow in my spine, what i have lost, can never be retrieved by time. I look to the sky, i am screaming, what wakes next to me everyday, i wish i was dreaming. The demons of yesterday, claws at my shadows, she refuse to pray my way, she has her say, everyday. Grey is my language, i talk to the dead, silence befalls the lifeless, they pretend to be the pseudo in alive. The voice of her, i call him She, the noise is played next to pause. What wants out, i never let through, i never let in. Night is my sound which echoes with the bat, i am mere, the soul of day.
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