Requiem

It feels inside this skin of mine so outlandish
As if the butterflies inside were made of ice
And each day I feel I’m slowly languishing
Hiding the real me behind the artificial smiles.

Another hit by life, again and again I lose,
But life is not the dreaded foe,
For though he gives me lots of bruises
Another type of problems are my woe.

You know what type, don’t ask
You have overcome yours and gone along
And all that’s left for me is the poison flask
A way as easy as it is wrong.

Silence – the most insolent, invincible thief,
Who takes away even our dream towers
Is now with me at rest – a great relief,
Since I’m rotting under frozen flowers…

But smile now, I was meant this world to leave
And in the silence of eternity poetry compose,
You are all forbidden for my pity self to grieve,
I am writing now my latest silent rows…

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