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The True Exordium

By KuroHoshiPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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I've made a mistake

It echoes into the mirrors

Where the sun is setting

It doesn't end, night is coming, I better run

I was suppose to be fun


I'm a visionary forced to close his eyes

Already willing to give up flesh

For which my blood has been boiled

By this aching vendetta

I had destroyed myself in order to understand

I understood

That when Icarus fell long ago

He survived, He arose wishing for the world to burn with him

One of my hands is holding fate

The other is dancing with death

Yet I'm crowned with life across my skin

But this world is wrong, still stealing my lives

planting lies as I try to look away

Oblivion has entered my throat

I shriek of chaos

Dust pour of out me

my mouth smiles out of fear

For which I will survive

alive in another way.

surreal poetry

About the Creator


A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star

I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind

Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate

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  • Babs Iverson2 years ago


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