Sanguis Cruir

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What is pain? Who knows? everyone has their own definition of pain... but at the end, only one digs deeper than any other.

Submitted: July 17, 2012

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Sanguis Cruir

Each connotation of this sadness,

penetrates through the star-crossed beauty,

having an unfathomable stretch,

over infinite bittersweet bliss,

completely shielding all happiness,

but that one spark of tormenting light,

finally crashing down on that rock,

the rock that has chaffed away reality,

sending machinations of puerile actions,

throughout all things.

My light came through the unshed tears, 

my fears in which phobias has not come upon,

to which summoned are the spheres of hate,

unable to comprehend such acute sufferings,

unable to smile though all abstract scars which blind my heart,

dead am I,

dead are you,

dead in the eyes of the queen of sadness,

comprehension magnifying all hatred,

leads people to stay oblivious from all things,

my heart is a connotation to all painful things,

and as the tree of knowledge of good and evil wraps around me,

I've lost all hope.


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