Vexed, those blood harassing his veins.
Unsexed, those accursed essence of his life.


A death sentence with no crime,
A blood-gore with no scarification,
Decadence smeared in freshness.
Pain plagued, retched in harmless flowing poison
Cursed for eternity.

For he is a walking corpse
Certified dead on August in the year 2009
But patrolling the earth like a vampire,
Tormenting none but wastes of himself.
The world shared not his grief.

Wedged, in wasted womb-ways of woes.
Sledged, in slime slug slewed of sorrows.

A skyline of lips smeared in darkness,
A fence of cheek begging to dry.
A frame mocking robustness of a man.
Raised dust from desecrated dust,
Filth air from wilted air.

Dust to dust...
Ashes to ashes...
On his bier, through life and after life
Press upon slaughtering laughter,
His offence; "he stayed alive".

� K~net�
# ghosts_of_reflection
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