HIMSELF
- Dark Poets Club
- Aug 25, 2025
- 1 min read
By Florin Rosca
He fell into this reality
With the splashing of blood,
Fresh chaos.
The smells, dripping and crazy
Grabbed and drowned him,
His own scent broken and scattered
Over grass, sand, and rotten seaweed.
Becoming bones, the last betrayal,
His being hardened and stifled
In this calcified prison that his screams
Could only slowly deform.
He never accepted this as himself.
He fell into this reality
With the splashing of blood,
Fresh chaos.
The smells, dripping and crazy
Grabbed and drowned him,
His own scent broken and scattered
Over grass, sand, and rotten seaweed.
Becoming bones, the last betrayal,
His being hardened and stifled
In this calcified prison that his screams
Could only slowly deform.
He never accepted this as himself.