"Let me live,"
a Soul cries out,
covered in Blood,
loaded with your own Remorse,
being thirsty for Life.
It was the Zenith
of your own Pleasure
But it was condemned to Death
as the mistake of Your Carelessness.
You laid the burden
of your own Guilt on it
and in its Blood
you hid all your Shame.
Kriticou Marianthi
YOU ARE READING
My Soul
PoetryThoughts,Fears,Redemption is all here.Hope you'll follow my poetic path.
