I walk not to my doom
but to the snare I laid for myself
I trapped my soul in concrete darkness
a supposedly course i journey with no return

I walk in mysteries and gay
distorted steps, unaligned footprints
my nerves ceases without flinching
my pulse competes with nano seconds

my doom, my own making
I found solace in darkness
nothing else has been soothing since my birth
now I’m reborn under fierce dim lights

my strides, mirthfully
savoring the atmosphere around me
my lungs filled with debris of my ending
my skin hair raises in praises in charades of goosebumps

now I venture into my doom
with tenacity of copious beliefs
I have been gifted halo to my salvation
you my friend, needs to be redeemed

@talk2leigh
(twitter & insta)

10:55am
11 April 2024


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