just a short poem by MELz.dont feel like writing much.too depressed for words to continue any further
One word.interior breaks. One touch.All is revived. One wound.all is shattered. One embrace.it all unbreaks.
An imperfect world,with its devastating corners, currents drift and waterfalls drown, earthquakes shiver,while the grasses get stumbled upon Leaves fall so fast,and petals collapse, All hell breaks lose,all terror condemns, It consumes and it swallows. Digesting its revolting contents;
It hesitates,the re-defining pretrials. The preterition of its predecessors,it wonders, Experiences,feels the shame,feels the disorientation, Disparage of its status of minority,it spills,it trudges on discomfort, Stumbles and bleeds,scars numb indefinite holes, Rip the loose ends,sew against nothingness, It's spaced apart,lingers and trembles,yet another organ. Wasted;
It grieves in silence,in morbidity and uncertainty, It grows faint,fades in tune to its beats, It slowly stops,everything grows dark around it, Devoured by its loneliness,denied by time, no blood keeps it awake, Subconscious no soul remains, Just a fraudity to deceive itself, One day it'll stop surviving,living in its hell. Reality;