"exitus" poems
‘’She has some blood
in her pale hands
that flows down softly
from her veins,
it flows on her fingers
then it goes down,
with little drops
to hit the ground.
She’s surely dead,
and I’m amazed
to see such people…
Getting their life erased,
without even getting that
they have just deleted
all they ever really had ‘’
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Candle flames flicker
As life does so burn
Those lost to the abyss
Do rarely find return
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC