Ruthlessly
The dark truth swallowed
The nectar that I made
That I made using my sweat
.
Appeasing
my innocent arms
I began to make it again
For The next day
.
I am breathing
The hope anew
To bury the yestercruelty
.
Now the demon
Disguised in saint's
******* my laborious blood
.
Still I am alone
At the horizon
Awaiting a new morning.
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 10:26 PM UTC
Ruthlessly
The dark truth swallowed
The nectar that I made
That I made using my sweat
.
Appeasing
my innocent arms
I began to make it again
For The next day
.
I am breathing
The hope anew
To bury the yestercruelty
.
Now the demon
Disguised in saint's
******* my laborious blood
.
Still I am alone
At the horizon
Awaiting a new morning.
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