@Octo 11 June 2020

Mortem, an original sonnet.

Before I succumb to the great twilight, The inscrutable light, gleaming with fear, I beg you to bestow me one last sight Of the people I failed to overseer. O' a life teeming with lamentation, Hanging at the very end of a ridge; Collection of every single mistake, My skin trembles and shakes; terror abridged. Seeing the face of those who suffers, Emaciate in the clad of carnage, I found amusement, pleasure and wonder; Why death and terror does not satiate. Truly, a very fascinating fate; A sane man turned evil incarnate.