i am waiting for Death

i am sitting on his corpse
while waiting for Death
the breeze is now colder than ever
the worms are feasting on the sins
that got stuck between my toes
my name should be ivy
because i am filled with poison
i infected his heart with just a glance
now look where he’s at!
the smell of his flesh rotting
beneath the sun
is making me want to throw up
instead i spit out some venom
right on his face
while i light up a cig and reminisce
about all of the times he ignored me
and whether or not Death missed the bus

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© oceauxnic

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apocalypse // a poem

he knows i’ve got the power
to create or destroy him
he’s aware that i’m the god
of my own universe
and still, he prefers to be an atheist
i suppose our worlds do not collide
and they never will
for i am not willing to annihilate my cosmos
just to cram my space
with the Sun of his mind

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© oceauxnic

they are not people, they’re snakes

i shared my light
with people who love the darkness
and now i am left
with unbearable sadness
and a soul full of sorrow and madness
i let them deceive me
and take all the magic i had in my veins
they managed to put my body in chains
they’re trying to make me eat my own brains
i’m sure they would like to see my corpse
get swallowed by the sea
or hanging between the branches
of a cherry blossom tree
good thing i have from where
to gain back my energy

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© oceauxnic