Der Todesking by Jakub Zielinski

There’s no beauty
in making decision
on behalf of Grim Reaper
about when we’ll meet her

no noblity
or angel’s halo
In cold move
cutting our life’s line

the King sees everything with his sad eyes
naked abandoned walls
muted silence of quiet breaths
power of souless emptiness
and lack of warm touch

and begins to cry himself
aware of his karma
As denial’s witness
redeemer for surrenders
Begging for being discharged
From this world...

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