Poem ✏️ | Purified

source

I am dressed in Black
Designed with feathers.
The road I walk through is filled with dirty mud,
The weather isn't good.
Passing through the ashen woods.

As I walk slowly to the center of the road,
Looking up to the sky and rain dropping on me.
The aroma of dust penetrating into me,
I dare not to go further upon the ground.

I could feel blood flowing through my vein,
Forcing itself out from my skin.
Trying to drown myself in the water,
Should I hold back?

So tired and sink in this oblivion
Now I allow myself to go weak.
I can't voice out, so impossible to scream out.
I found myself locked up by the darkest pleasure.

Something is destroying me from inside out.
I move without hesitation,
Having no doubt about myself.
Something is cleansing my body.
As force myself through the shadow.
My cloth glow as it turned white.

Having a innocent and pure skin,
I am feeling so beautiful.
No more walking in the dark,
No more fear.
As I walk through all that I have left behind.

source