Monday, June 2, 2014

the Undead poet

Dark is my color
Dark is my side
Dark is my ego
Dark is my pride

I glance down at the fire pit
I look up towards the sky
then I spread out my wings
in midst them I fly

bad done to good
and good done to bad
before I pay for my sins
I shall be dead

no honor no glory
no mercy no regret
peace takes its price
don't forgive nor forget

dark can be evil
yet dark can be wise
dark can be soulless
or salvation in disguise

plunged into darkness
pushed into light
against my own demons
worthless my fight

and when greets the darkness
on my finest day
marking my grand conquest
dark will be my last say..

- Swastika Chatterjee

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