
This man-like figure that stands before Me is a passage extension of the person I could be He foreshadows the future expectation of what I'm endowed to be Although He bleeds revenge and wasted with no remorse, he utters the pale likeless of his mind to the beloved as well as to the hearts of the unknown With battlescars enchanted on his skin He Carries a frame of justice for his younger self The only of way of living is survival A man-made war machine is what he has become A monster of his own self he has indulged in He reflects the camouflaged introspection triggered amongst people around him What he fears most is losing himself in the process of trying to save himself What others fear from him is retaining his older self in a form of a shadow? He is a shadow of my older self A version of myself driven to the edge of insanity.
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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