I refuse to be understood by the likeness of mankind.
A mirror of my own internal interpretation is the reflection of
Continuous consequences
Arguably conflicted
Serenity torn to pieces
A canvas melts down colorful forgiveness.
I'm taken for weakness by the ones that have taken my self-taught
Wisdom.
I portray a character that suits its comfort to a character man-made
In me.
I urge to see myself through the eyes of the beholder.
Bothered by fate
Losing parts of myself to faith
Dead enough to live up a spirit dream.
Does a corpse still reminisce about its end
Or has the past now become its end.
The endless folklore of vendettas
An everyday cycle of death trail
Troubling visions make their presence known.
Hunted continuously
Bandaged spiritually
Rested under the core depths of surviving caskets.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
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