I'm not an animal, just a monster with no name.
I'm no light at the end of the tunnel.
The endless pit is my domain.
To empty yourself into me is a good choice and the only expense,
Is to burn away the pride you had.
With some matches and incense.
The matches are are lighters. The incense, gasoline. Light them up into a blaze. A sacreligious offfering.
So run run light rabbit,
Into your empty hole. The abyss awaits it's next performer.
To appease the the hungering.
I await the burning tribute. In my pit of suffering.
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
诗歌A look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
