Unic Cjonr Poems

Behind the void - Where darkness fills black to give birth to the shade of grey - Fear is being stalked by Decay - Predatory sickness which morals onto nothing - Transfixed by the stench of the dead - Alive by feeding for millenium on death - Purer by the extreme conditioning where there is nowhere to find - If you do, you will find decay - Next to the living, alive in death - Alive by being dead.
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Blood fills the tears.

I suffocate for my eyes to cry.
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Across the ocean.

Light moves at the speed by which Dawn breaks.
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Swift movements through the gale forced winds.x.
The leap of faith from a loving hearth, missed my saddened longing.x.
Misunderstandings, with the pride carried in selfishness, we stir the echo in such a manner, as to topple an avalanche.x.
Destructive power from an inch of our hate, reduce the heart for a perfect fit inside the box of coffins.x.
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Longing for the hold, your arms wrapped around my waist.
Dying for a kiss from your lips, the sweet moist like nectar for someones honey, i go humming as a bee for the taste.
Vibrations spin around my bones, i am in despair, without you i roam, alone.
Fragrances of a special spring morning lumber transparently in the air, feeding the red rose moon of seductive lust filling our room, Why am i alone.
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Standing on trial where the jury is judged.
Society by applause with a cause to conviction.
Vile in my veins, venom is holding the grudge.
Sentenced to death by my mind written predictions.
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Walking inside a forest, I am overcome by the sincerity of silence.
The heavy noises of the rustic city has finally been killed.
Death has dawned to quite the normal sounds which so easily interrupts the flow to our ear hearing mechanisms.
I took one deep breath, then another.
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Sound by the flexibility signalled -
You never see the signs -
Displayed through your eyes, tears sparkle to shine -
Sadness rains, never too long -
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Feel my thoughts, tears do not talk.
My heart bleeds to the pounding of senseless sinister onslaught.
Above the voice of silence flows the whispers, die today with goodbye.
Sorry worries do not rely on tomorrow for a teaspoon of sorrow.
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