• taetae_ 10w


    // plexuring torn pieces of
    his own persona
    guilt, love, hate, tears equal
    but truth and lie in 30:70,

    he hums about
    cruel clamant canticles
    of unnoticed floricide
    occurred in the bishop's backyard,

    he writes synonyms
    of love, kindness, brotherhood, unity,
    and many more lost elements
    on the grave stones
    to mourn by twilight,

    pawning empathy for revenge
    he leaves
    dried heliotropes in his last letter
    to the unfair world. //


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    coronach (n. a funeral song)