Release my soul,
While murder most foul;
My blood has spilled
on the wall, dark and dull:
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves”
My death is nothing but
But the motif of i am beloved.
Release my mind
and keep me blind,
Leave me alone in the paradise
dark and dull.
Written on 13 January 2015
on linkedin group “Poetry and Literature”: A Poetry game
Portrait of Em. 