[fresh baked poésies after a puff of cigarettes: 02]
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What it is like to witness your silent suffering and the effervescent feeling of cold spike lingering throughout your body halfway of being strangled inside the misty forest when no one can find you? May this moment claims my weakened soul to burst out of joy?
I was before wishing to be one of the tree leaves hanging around and swaying all the way with wind; I will soon to be one of them. Beings may seem not to worry if you feel lonely, they just want to feel the glory of satisfaction from a flattering butterflies words of lies . What a waste of life if the world completely loses its true beauty. I want to feel the soul of a free man without judgement grinding upon you. I have no care or remorse if you mourn for my death, because I am will be truly happy to wander freely along with this forest. This shall be the last poem letter you will ever read from me.
Hearing the fathoms of night clenching
onto you
Mischievous darkling pave its way to persuade you
Mayhap, voicing out your melody on the lone forest in the night might
save you?
"Oh darling dear, even the devil cannot stop the eyes of a sinner to make a judgement neither their filthy mouth releasing melodies of destruction—as for them it was just a lullaby".
Sincerly,
A man with a wounded soul
Disclaimer: This is only work of a general fiction. For today's Literary Friday it's a pov of a man whom experiencing acts of cruelty towards the same being.
Have a wonderful reading in this darkling cold night folks!
