an anthology of dead poems

i. void
suspended in air  
the soul    
three days of hollow  
   
   
   
ii the tug  
if this ain't the black hole  
then what else  
rips  
one  
three ways  
   
iii . the burn  
when death is beyond reach  
one is truly doomed  
every approaching second  
an ever increasing burn    
   
iv. misanthropy  
i thought  
was narcissism  
till i felt loneliness is    
at its most acute  
amidst the sea of humanity    
   
v. respect  
is when you let not exist  
an[y] emotion    
pointing at anyone  
but self  
   
vi. convulsions  
-the exit dance  
of life  
before the silence  
   
vii. ///  
not all drops    
make it    
to the ground  
   
viii peace  
that which is lost  
when a sanctuary is burnt  
not everyone is that lucky  
   
ix. the life  
nailed to the body  
on a crucifix  
thrashing about    
making it worse  
than it should be  
   
   
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