Death Thug Poem by Vidi Wija

Death Thug



There the running sky
Black to die
Here's good bye

Roaring the sleeping stone
Noise till dawn
Either it's gone

Tusks are bleeding rose
Nightmare that goes
Like the feet without toes

Coming seeking soul
Take a black bowl
Then leave it fall

Stealing life from living
Blood without hurting
Fallen in dying

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Vidi Wija

Vidi Wija

Jambi, Indonesia
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