Burn me,
Burn everything I own,
Burn away my writings,
every paper,
Inked or blank,
I know it will burn bright.
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Tag: destruction
A dead song
What is wrong with you ? with me?
when I saw you at first
I thought you are a song
easy to grasp & remember
but you weren’t, I know
for every time I crammed,
wrote you on my walls
you faded, into a cacophony
As others found harmony
I cried and crammed
I mad searched you
every page every line
But your words were foreign
of people long gone, dead
They left you, a cipher
a proof that dead can kill
I was a God of my world
so perfect, so aloof
Then I found you
like a crack on a glass statue
I saw you grow, slowly
as I shattered.
Here I am, a helpless god
gathering up my pieces
singing you and asking myself
What is wrong with me? with you?