To Be Dead Poem by maya crisol

To Be Dead



empty...void......night after night
day after day...darkness...fright...
a living carcass, restless...pointless
Blinded, scarred...falling wingless
a troubled soul...damned in hell
fathomless purgatory of the unwell
screaming..fading...tormented
bleeding..waiting...dead

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