Poem 575








Believe me,
I have seen it!
There is life
at The End
of Death.

After I
screamed out
my lungs..
‘til there was
nothing
left of air.

After I
puked out
my guts..
‘til there was
nothing
left in me.

And in that
very depth
of strangest
nothing..
What did I
still see?

Just how evil
a human
can be.

It may be them..
but it will not be me.
They are the evil
that hides..
I am the evil
you see.

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