Sitting in a room,
Full of dying wills,
Hunger- less willows,
And tired souls.
Including I,
The worst of them all.
The black sheep,
Wool- less and shepherd- less.
I cry with a smile,
And smile with a cry.
Walk with hands
And joins legs to pray.
Degrading I, day by day.
Decomposing I, time by time.
Yet none cares
EXCEPT
THE DEVIL.
May I fall; inverted
And draw a caricature
Of a broken caricature.
In which I lay,
Laying dead,
Across my burnt flowers
As I try to water it,
While my tears drown it.
^_^
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