Comforting Demise Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Comforting Demise



Oh the wounds feel how they
soak in my flesh. The words of
lovers quarrel are bound to my heart.
I am but a lost man, i seek
no light and no salvation.
A salvation is an excuse for
the pain of living to continue.
The ways of blade and blood are my only
option.Its a fine point that is
insanity lurking beneath my weary
eyes. The one to love is lost the
will to love is murdered and
my heart be nothing more then
destruction, a plague that burdens
this soul. For i am one, I am man,
I am only one man with no lover
as my partner.Oh how the devil
gleams his wicked smile in my refound
misery. Dare i brave this? I dare
to do nothing but lay in the comfort
of my demise.

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Chris Tiganescu

Chris Tiganescu

Portland, Oregon
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