Run and Run towards the woods in the wilderness
When the limits started pushing the line, its decimating destruction
Right now, the actions were done, forever and ever the lights inside the eyelids have been shining a darkening hue.
You saw the elements rotating inside a convoluted mirror, in pieces and edgy shapes and shades.
Things feel wonderful, stylized in penchant belonging, in abhorring darkness, my heart bled profanity.
The slitting of throats was done partially and let the demon die with every heartbeat growing slow like a nocturnal owl clock.
The crime is done, and the shadows have already burnt down the good in me, for darkness exudes truth.
I am the judge, jury and prosecutor, beings that lay in vile senses deserve a haphazard exit.
See to it, feel the air around you, don’t you think it’s better now, the haphazard moment of a germinating truth has stopped being confusing,
Things were blurry then, right now I am the Phantom who is looking for solace, a land to promise the hero his place.
The run will only get intense, in shades and essence, all that has gone deeper into the abyss will lie there,
To assist the hearts that lay bare in rib cages, beating the pounding blood, assimilating into the ventricles and expanding a porous joy.
Inside the aspiration lay a strange delusion, that all we aspire is bound to happen, even if morality is grey or black.
Crack the code of social acceptance, for those who treat me with nefarious intent, in grit and sorrow I lay here with eyes red and sorrows succulent.
The rant won’t end but burning passions in sunrise expanses will surely end once we get our dues cleared.
Cosmic Context: This poetic musing talks about a grieved killer who is running to the woods hiding and thinking of how to make amends for his misconduct. He was discriminated against, called names and was seen with contempt. He was homeless and did not know how the modern world works. Being bullied by others took a toll on him. One nice day, while he was waiting in line at the City Hall to get some personal documents one person came to him and tried to cut him out of the line. In fits of anger, that person punched his face, the punch was so intense that one of his teeth fell out to the ground, which led him to feel a pall of shame, as people around him smirked, but none came to help him. That day after the rich man left city hall he followed him and snooped at his home until midnight. That’s when he came and slit his throat and ran towards the woods opposite to the crime scene. As he runs he is contemplating, how things can be better for him and his brethren, what needs to be done and why retaliationary violence sometimes is the last hope for the injustices people face.
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