Poems from Neftee

In the quiet hours before death. all men must come to terms with their lives. all the parts, and all the seasons. they must observe it,...
Stuck, entangled, Entrapped in the mangled Mess of the past This hollow tomb for a doer Of evil is empty and black There is no hope for the...
It is a peculiar and otherworldly feeling. It is subtle. Subtle like a touch mark on a knife, Or a fingerprint on a mirror. But in the...
There is a stupidity in this world. It drifts from person to person And it lingers in crowds. It is subtle but so widely stretched It...
One day gone. And not even that. I miss you already. My throat is sore, From having to make up for my lungs My whole chest is left weak...

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