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Remnants

Maybe of a Past Life

By Rachel SchickPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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I.

Misery seeps through every pore

Fall into the beloved embrace of the overwrought beasts

Dream of death and gore

Murder the priests' beliefs

Grin back at all the ungrateful

Etch your endless pain upon their hearts

Fight and be forceful

For in this world, this is where it starts

Drift amongst those akin to you

Sing of the lost and the grieving

Sweet praises you give, waiting for something to ensue

Chart your way through hell

For in this world, together we dwell

II.

Severed souls attempt to grasp your mortality

Whispers begin to flood your ears

Pulling you under

Into the depths of your fears

Drowning you within their never-ending lust

As you struggle against the corruptions

Part of you is already on the path

The one far more often taken

The one that is of destruction

III.

In solitude, I remain

Drowning in despair

Paralysis engulfs me

Recalled remorse ripens my soul

A lifetime of grief is undertaken

Suffocating sobs diminish the silence

Unbearable isolation has descended upon me

Now, only remnants

Maybe of a past life

Forever forgotten

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About the Creator

Rachel Schick

My name is Rachel Jean-Marie Schick and I am a 21 year old college student with a passion for writing. My dreams are to simply travel the world and write and write and write until I die.

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