Day 8: Banafsaj 100 day of writing


The world grows numb around me
I grow poisonous

Every breath is dreary
It’s a killer instinct, so dangerous

I feel my body caving down
I feel my self drown

I feel the pain taking over
My conscious, my body, my crown

I fall from my throne
Tangled in my robes of
Pride, arrogance, no agony
No sadness, just slipping on
The blood of my victims

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