Circles

Lurid eyes

hewed skin

piercing nails

and faithful sins

Days are dull

life is null

Angels to be blamed

For throwing hurricane

To break innocent spirits

Who went far beyond

Where velvet spiders mourn

And birds are culprit

As waters are red

and justice is dead

Screams went mute

And in the middle of a spider web

I stay chained and drained

questioning of this deviant universe

Where people celebrates

Their lifeless maze

Take a Breath and you will feel

how pointless life is meant to be

bipolar-disorder

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About The Holy Whore

I have no respect for the status quo. View all posts by The Holy Whore

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