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Tears fall down as I look back and watch my life crumble before me
Like a glass thrown to the ground, shattered and scattered all around
Pieces unseen and blood drips from my feet
As I walk over the broken glass that is my life
Pain, hurt, strained, thorn, sliced open

Lay me down on a bed of roses
let its thorns pierce me deep
till death picks me up 
blood trickling down
to the root of the flower
stains the ground and
leave it as a sign 
that life was taken
At its will.


The lovepoet.

Death of A Poet


Image result for artistic woman dying
On that very day, I died
Laying on the bed, him on top of me I died
I died a slow and painful death
Death of the body soul and spirit
Death of innocence
Death of the mind
Death of my glory, radiance
Death of my beauty, brilliance
I died the death of my shining light
Death of my goals dreams and aspiration
Death of  my words
Death of knowledge and wisdom
I am nothing but a living corpse
I see darkness, void, and thorns
My soul cries out for help
Buried deep in the earth
My body lifeless
My spirit lost
I died inside of me
The  words that I once spoke
With life lay dead  on the ground
The words that once brought joy
Exhumes sorrow and sadness.
Slowly, my thoughts leave me empty
Death consumes my everything
My actions no longer have meaning
I am within spirits and the supernatural


I died a slow and painful death.

p.s     you can listen to Lana Del Ray's  "Young and Beautiful" as you read.