Mutual Death

I gasp...
A bit of a breather..,
And I look out of the window.
Is it a dark moon night??
I wait for sanity
But only grimace sustains..
A sense of cruelty hovers around
Devaluing my conscience.
No pity,
No mercy.
I get down.
I don't want to be the hunted.
So I slit my wrist.
In the lost city of humanity
I sit victorious
Waiting to ooze the venom
Out of me.
And I die.
So as to live in purity.
Impunity I claim.


SoUmY@

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