The Last Felt Feeling
Author: Kadhir


A bare torture to witness for the only feeling that is felt.
Reborn as a fetus, ready to begin a new life,
premature and created spoiled,
can restart over and realized the revised turn of events,
and releasing a ruined thought.
So that it can look at what is known,
and restate the interlife, left cold and beaten.

All that is left of all this, is, the skin,
pulled from it's shell and left out to dry.

The eyes ready to witness a new era.
As it conforms to all things that will divide all humanity.
Into a downward spiral that has proved a case of error.
Digging tunnels leading to the center of creation.
Created only for the, alive but not breathing, fetus.
It's machine stops but the fuse stays lit,
from the spark that will ignite the flame.
Willing to open time and recalculate the errors to what sums up the total.

Rumbling whispers regain all what was said.
So now, reword the revolting sentences,
to recognize you last demise.
And finally let it all desolve...


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