Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Just Another Joker


I am awake.

Are you dreaming.

I am dead.

Are you awake.

My wrists are cut.

My blood is wounded.

My veins are smacked.

I live in sorrow.

I see no dawn in tomorrow.

My eyes are on fire.

My tears are in flames.

I do not beg your forgiveness.

I will not pray for mercy.

My demons are calling.

I take the blame.

The secrets which ash my soul black.

Will never sentence for a breath.

Stories shall not be told.

Not by my mouth.

Nor from the split in my tongue.

I will breakdown my guilt.

The day my bones rest in a grave.

Dug by the ace of spades.

Inside the bed of the dead.

Without a tomb.

Without a stone.

Just another joker.

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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