Suicidal Escapade
“Suicidal Escapade”
Journey into the fire,
mouthful of ashes;
You were there,
blood splatter stained walls.
Rushing thunder,
swimming and soaking-
in your mausoleum.
Ephitats of the past-
scatter across your face,
Took your own;
pale moonlight embraced.
Found the holy garden-
you were looking for:
Amongst
the
ruins
of
your
heart.
Such a silent show;
a suicidal escapade…
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