Beautiful Worlds

by Faye Kusairi

Hell's Rapture

Unaccompanied in a lifeless house

my thoughts soon starts to move stealthily.

Of appalling deeds done in the past

who knows how many broken hearts has blunted this fatigued soul?

Silence was broken only by the sound of a ticking clock,

with random strikes of lightning; giving phantoms glowing in shocks.

Darkness taken over and it will soon come to an end.

Of all haunting laughs that I tried to woo,

the time has come to place it in box down six foot hole.

If one of those shallow souls had tried to take my hand

this desperate deep demeanour might have left me.

But the sand falls slowly in an hourglass

When the last fleeting grain falls through,

there's nothing left to subsist for.

So this nightmare will come true

As I prepare the cup I drink, the tears I left my eyes,

I taste the poison leaning back and will soon breath that one last sigh.

The pain I leave behind me now will nevermore return.

Off to depths of agony I go,

For eternally I raze.

posted by Faye Kusairi # 21:00

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