I possess no soul
I possess no mind
I am the wanderer
Of the dead forest
I am the black bird
Who sits on the highest branch
Of the empty tree
In the spring
I am the dead drunk
On the midtown subway pavement
That you cringe at
I breathe while the earth sighs
I sleep while the vultures cry
I walk around this dark town
Slow like an elephant
As you stare me with pity
I stare at you like a hawk
I carry a universe with me
I live your worst nightmare
I have a thorn
That carves devil’s stories
On my skin every second
I scream every night
My voice screeching like an eagle’s
But all you can hear is a whimper
My body trembles
My eyes are red with blood
Sweat drips from every
Inch of my skin
As I stand here
In front of you
Telling you this
I have lived through hell
But let the death be sweet

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