A life free of guilt exists when. The eye fights daylight yet unseen. A book with not a page written. Means hope yet sometimes to be. . (The). Stillborn one, born dead.
Invisible blades penetrate. Where as stabwounds are not detectable. . Stabwound. . The blade that stabs a back. Unsuspecting, forms the symbolic. . Stabwound.
Fear is never gone from your soul. That saw humiliation. Being prey to the blackest of demons. Paralyzed you fail. . Fallen beneath. The mark of dignity.
Snorting the vilely stench of putrescence. Coffin lies exhumed in front of me. Foul stiff strewn with papillae and pores. Fermenting stiff corpse putrefies.
Leaves fall in the autumn. Of lives that appear. To be worthless to some. Utmost ignorant. . Expectations shift in the eye. Of the beholder, behold. .
Surrounded by darkness and cold. The mind in pain grabs for hold. Diminished, to b diminished. . The missing link in the chain. Of thoughts is now forever gone.