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Bury Me

by Equilla B 12 months ago in sad poetry
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The Mind is shattered; Bury it in anguish

Bury Me!

The crimson coolant, the thick, red

Blood

Oozes down my neck.

My head is left shattered.

Shattered by the weight of the world,

Crushed under your existence.

But do we even exist?

Consciousness.

To think is to exist?

Descartes.

I do think indeed,

and I know I do not exist.

My bones shatter, yes.

My skull bleeds my knowledge,

knowledge I never had.

The blood douses my fire.

Emotions? Gone.

What is left is pain!

What I am is forgotten,

Nonsense!

What I write is nonsense, and so

are my thoughts.

Bleeding onto the page.

Trickling out the minds of others.

What I was is gone,

buried beneath my carcass.

sad poetry

About the author

Equilla B

Hello! I'm a 20-year-old horror and fantasy writer looking to gain experience on this wonderful platform! I'll write the occasional short stories and opinion posts, so please stick around.

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