Stance of old never reclining
Clothed in an aparell of pure loneliness
Shackles for anklets,cuffs for bangles
Liner of lust.
These things unprecedented
I never asked for any of this
I asked for wine,vinegar was given to me in its place
I asked for food, got grains and sands instead
I walk on ashes not fine land
Hear me out...
I lie on thorns and not roses
A pool of blood do I get for bath instead of water
In my thirst,
I ask for water,poison do I get in its place
Too weak to flee
I lay on the thorns for bed as I drift farther away into darkness
I dare to hope not to relieve these moments
For torches ain't bright enough to light up my world
A thousand box of matches and twigs can't set a fire large enough to chase this darkness
My voice hoarse and barely audible as I cry out
Now it's lost, I can't be heard
I'm dragged deep within
Too far from reach
No,not again
I can't go like this
These thoughts resounds as I drown, drifting away for a second time
Awaken for the third time
To severe pains of burnt on my skin
Surrounded by brimming coal
I'm not able to move
Going away and this time...for good I hope
_Ivy
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