Anger, passion with no direction
often we speak words that form
into a sea of blame yet we cast no reflection
despite threats
i never asked for protection
still i emerged,
wounds healed
of the scourge
bandaged and entombed
reborn...
not of the womb
but of a cocoon
Which the darkness consumes
my only hope of escaping this doom
the rose red haze of a
blood moon
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