note: my try at a tragic poem.. dn't freak out, this is not my state of mind.. just trying some new stuff.. haven't posted anythin for a while, so thot y not try somethin diff... its a very amateur kind of poem, but who cares...
a wicked sight it was, a whore screamin at a tiger
the crowd erupted in appluase and laughed at the tiger..
the tiger was a slave and the whore his mistress
what now can a man do, when the whore becomes his fate..
Taking in a gasp of air, i wither in pain
i look out for the villain, but there is no one there..
I look back at my heart where the pain still reigns,
without a flesh wound nor blood, i know i am not dead..
and in the horizon there was freshness,
but above my head raced the storm faster than i..
i know it before hand that life has eluded me again,
and then i wake up, i am lost and wrecked..
t'was my time, my confession is done
i look again at the horizon, there was my peace of mind..
all the unfaithfuls had passed by my side, then came the truest of all
Death i had always wanted thee, atlast you've come
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