Dead poem of life

Barge wording and sulked verses
Writhing my swagger poems
Deride feedback and skeptic Body
Like rhythmic sound and elegy.


It is more like unvanquished die
Every breath is stifling inside
The grave again as blooming alive
Hovering buzzes and mollis veins

A red note in mysterious hive
Withstand again and abasement lies
As black walls for ominous life
Deter soul fraught inside.
~dead pen


©mysteriousde