sorrow
anger
is it that bad disobeying god?
you see aftermath
when you believe no more
the world is ending
(we're in the borderline)
but wishing upon a falling
start which angels can't do
pretty little soul
breathes heavily life into her bones
approaches what's mad
give straight
loving or dying
seems to be the same thing
when you bite the cherry
and flip the conscious
now demons kiss your tongue
and gods hurt your broken pieces
i defy gravity, heavens and holes
if you can ever offer me
something heavenly than this
YOU ARE READING
BLACK CHERRY
Poetry❝gifted by devil, ruined by god. so are you, heart of mine❞. solo; short story original | @SHIAHEARTS
