The Taste: Forbidden Glare | Poem

I often found myself in those gallows,

When you speak of your selfish universe,

Be mindful of what you’ve done,

There will be bleeding in the knowledge,

Stay close, till I cut through the gallows,

The hurt I’m surpressing,

It’s coming towards you.

Deathra, I desire to hear the screams.

I don’t need this world’s hatred,

I’ve stolen much to die with.

©Suraj Jangid

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