Ghostly Sonnets

The Dviil sat a cross from me

I'm finally awoken I can feel my soul tethered in dark emotions am I sickly deprived or illy hopeless going through the motions killed my devotions some thoughts are better left unspoken can I say I'm physically broken? The color of my heart isn't Rosen want the full experience of me grab a token and pray that I open my blood is frozen like the bottom of Antarctic Ocean I am not the type of person who needs a potions to help me with my swollen commotions

One for mi vida loca

Two for the shepherds and three is for one who is walking amongst them disguised as a black leopard fourth is for the false of his misleading perceptions his fangs are made to bite the flesh deep it has no need of a weapon I won't accept the apple you offer me for it will sacrifice all knowledge that life wants me search and seek life's a maze it's about finding your discovery
His presence don't startle me if I could I would I would take a blind man by the hand and lead him out of his village, then spit on the man's eyes and ask him " can you see anything?"