The only rendezvous point is my body crushed by debris.
Find my blood.
Find my corpse.
But no one will find me.
I can't find myself.
The only thing visible to me are my sins.
So sinful, so disdained.
Nourished by the dark, played by the flames.
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Poem Inspiration: https://www.instagram.com/p/B4jj_jYlfA2/
Artist: Volker Hermes
