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An ill-scared Confession

By Irvin Published about a year ago 1 min read

Beneath a vile oppression
Through my congenital self-inflicted
Wounded progression
Lies a burial introspection like
An obutual documented earthborn
Resident.
Transitioning from a materialistic
Parable ot a dehumanized humanlike
Animal.
A mind of a computer recording recordings of its own dysfunctional dilemma
From the absence on earth
To an agonizing environment, stranded with stagnant backward moving abysmal circumstances.
The soul utters diversity of pain while the heart categorizes its measurement against it.
The contraction of our sentimental rivalry
Slowly starts to hallucinate death as a friendly confinement.
I am my own source of pain infused by underlying factors contributing to the adinfinite thoughts that refuse their retirement.
It's a series of traffic congested tragedies, overpopulating the limitless capital expansion of graveyards.

Tears fall unseen
I've internally bled the existence of life that
I've carried out onto the objective world.
Internal jeopardy of crucifying the good to reincarnate the evil
I'm a shadow walking behind the empty shell of my corpse, parading evidently the dying sunset.
The rearrangement of destiny to its final destination, another hell debating Melancholy.
Melodic blues are reigning tunes piercing through the sky, pregnant with darkness giving birth to fallen angels.

artfact or fictionFree Versesad poetry

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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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago

    This was so dark and poignant. I loved it!

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