A Dark Soul

If death was a thing of shops,
I would be first in line.
If regrets could be weighed,
mine would be equal to Earth.
If tears were a measure of pain,
even the seven seas wouldn't be enough.

I could feel a sword piercing my heart,
and my breath evaporating.
My soul repelled the fireflies,
the moon refused to face me.
My name shone the brightest,
in the devil's list.

The worth-less feeling attracts
taunts as a black hole.
A monster,
unworthy of love.
Life pierces the,
soul as broken glass.

Time refuses my,
needs and desires.
I see blood on my hands and,
nightmares with naked eyes. 
The sunlight burns my skin,
like giving punishment for sins.
A.V


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