Hell's Flower


Extend your hands
and let me reach them.
These unsevered feelings
are still cherished.

Shrinking in my pride,
I've become self-conceited.
Although, all but you,
all but your precious
shall remain pure.

The loneliness of my heart,
the soil of my hatred,
I'm nothing but ugly,
the leftover of its past.

Being so petulant,
what's my worth for?
I'm so fucking blind!

Tears silently blown by the wind,
everything is so miserable,
everything is so meaningless.

At the intersection
of the two poles,
the sky has lost
its strength to rise.

At the end of life
there is still some hope,
although the bitter truth
lies ahead of my eyes.

The time has passed,
and the painful smile
sank nowhere
but within the hell's flower.

image: https://www.deviantart.com/nanomortis/art/Sky-Is-Over-716067592

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