Treasure Island

Blessing Anastasia Abaka

(June 8 1991 / Nigeria, lagos)

Heart Slotter


Lost but not love, yet i sank deeper.
Blind and frustrated, yet i move slumber,
Toward d darkest sea of unconscious bleeding.
I sat on d Zulu of pouring
I was found going gaga of unspoken mystery.

Chanting with my cold voice,
The deadly hymn of love.
I'll never echo the rhymes of loving,
cos it never compatible for a single heart.

It's really nuisance for falling in it,
So unfair for a golden heart.
It's stupid, but crazy.

Not sweet, but tasteless.
Till the dawn turned into night,
And rain turned into blood.
It mean nothing at all,
Nothing at all to the heart slotter.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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To those who feels they owns the world.

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