Kill me now or let me be dead afterwards
Dead will rise again
Rise again to die again
Who comes to the rescue?
Love, the rescuer is dead
What hope is left?
My incapable surrender to love is dead
And I here stay alive
About the Creator
The Madman
A wise man once said nothing.
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So intense and emotional. Such a poignant poem!