Paralysis from the neck up,
A head, vice-gripped still,
Out of energy, out of luck,
Fortitude lost, rot to nil
Once a beautiful waitress,
Elegance radiating from the light of day,
Only to be forced down to the dirt,
Without choice, into a forgotten haze
Death will hunt her down,
Decay holding her locks back,
Trenched into a moist stream but unable to drown,
To be a living corpse, mind-rotten and hacked
Now nothing but a withered shell,
Elegance formed from a shard of a memoir lost,
Head-above tears in an unescapeable hell,
The temperature dropping, around her face the frost
Death will never find her, for she is already dead,
No elegance, no radiance, no fortune to be said,
With a mind rotten by the force that lead,
Consumation into her story: rape had been fed
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Below Zero
Thơ CaBelow Zero was a small collection of dark poems written when I was younger. Personally, I don't like all of them as they reflect various states of minds and were more personal and amateur at the time of writing. Some of them, such of Nature of Human...
