Probe of Life
me and the world
itself,
both suffering in
unexplainable pain
but why are you smiling
like a poem that has not
finished?
but why the flowers are so
blissed, smelling like
heaven?
why the world itself
is quite avernal
with the flowers in it?
04/04/2022
Monday 14:20
Monday 27th June 2022 1:15 pm
Evil
the pain inside of me,
unique, heavenly,
yearnful.
but now acceptance
all the pessimism of life
nothing left to be human, I
sacrificed my own conscience
to kill myself. I
envy those underground
and become evil itself.
If you exist
holy gods and goddesses
When? I am
already dead-and evil.
17.03.2022
Friday 24th June 2022 12:05 pm
Murth
you deaden my
heart, it was first sin I have ever tasted.
How Adamic, blessed
massacre not to be loved
by you.
both broken and
lorn, I was victims
of victims,
who aspire to be loved.
06/05/2022
21:30 Sunday
Friday 24th June 2022 10:51 am
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