Unic Cjonr Poems

Truth of the seldom, the lie does not understand why, for the them of i it is the truth - sudden goodbyes does not equal sad sorries, where the guilt is trapped by the not in worry - thoughts which spiral inside the brain, the ones webbed by thee unanswered, questioning oneself not for a blame - correct is the number of all the times, your guess was as good as mine
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Taste the dark trapped by your fear. Blisters are hidden but not from your lips. Wounded, suffocating, you are drowning. Torrents of rumours, stirs the currents, the truth is less by more. What did you do, where did you go, you are crowned the queen of snow. Do you smell to see, who your what, turned out for in, to where you actually should be. Your twisted tongue, smell fresh of the dead, that is who you are, and that is what stinks in your bed. My life of thorns bloom on the rose, maroon i bleed inside my cocoon.
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I am standing inside my dream. Wake into the nightmare of the real realm. Axe in my hand, bloodied. Blood on my feet, deep rooted by the sand. Dunes of age tells me the tick of the times, tock. Signals flared, flags collapsed, alarm bells ring the sing of a song, the chorus has elapsed. Play my pause, i sailed offcourse, pray that is the cause. Dead are the corpses, they played with death, ice becomes the voice to your breath. I breathe from underneath, by the well next to the gates of hell.
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