Art of Cimeries

This pain of yours,
From the misery I hurl.
Each crunch, pound and cry.
Enriches these pearls.

A sin I was born with.
One which I honed.
One that I denied.
Which is condoned.

Don’t fear life.
Don’t fear death.
Fear my nature,
With every single breath.

For I am who I was.
Incarnate of Wrath.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam