Aren't dead corpses better?
Questioned my conscience
Seeing the little shreds of humanity
Tucked in the darkest corners of mankind
Trying to flood out,
Numbing their veins
Yet they stop at nothing
To rip the bosom from betwixt the chest
Of living breathing reminders of misery,
As if their toxified ichor
Was the carmine pastel
To paint the canvas of their very existence
They draw me in to my very last muse
Pondering upon my own fate
As I hand over myself to odious monsters
And end up my pathetic life!!
-Anshika
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