Art of Cimeries

My rested soul… Gathers & beckons on call.
Nothing else matters… But this long crawl.
Digging out from under, coated in filth.
The seeker of vengeance & lingering guilt.
Pale skin & eyes. Rotting flesh with a stench.
My vengeance will down you… Down the deep trench.



Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam