Across my heart of blighted briar,
there fired within me a wildfire-
there it sat
forever burning.
With flames engulfing the last of mornings,
its wrath was carved deep inside my heart,
and there it filthily ruled-
forever burning.
With envy and hatred up my corpse,
its flaming poison and endless reign,
could I bear not the endless fire-
that was forever burning.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
