by paolo macariola
far into the darkness
sprawls a thousand corpses
rotting in its innocence
like wild flowers
i am a murderer
and tonight i shall kill again
in praise of the blind gods
in whose mercy lets murderers like me
wander unforgiven
to cut another wrist
to slit another throat
and to squeeze the life
out of another heart
clamoring for redemption
this is my conviction
there is blood in my hands
that could never seek forgiveness
so i dig another grave
into my own skin
to bury a hundred more corpses
to hear their last breath
and to forget
yes, to forget
how they used to be me
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