staring at my reflection
looking through my perception
on the Arabian constellation
lies my wasted altercation
devil's eyes light my path
tongue disallowed to tell the bloodbath
from my sight I'll change the aftermath
treasuries I seek, as I calculate the math
regrets on my feet as it bleeds dries
through the gutter my past cries
yearning for death middle phrase belies
wedded to vengeance this will be my demise.
©karmascars
©karmascars
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