I am a wildling creature
Never have I had a teacher
Insanity is crystal clear,
Caught in a maiden's tear that crashes to the crisp black earth
in a thousand frozen fractals,
pure as the wind that blows.
But I am a mad thing,
and who knows where I'll go.
Hell is just a word, but my body is hotter than all its flames,
Power is like forbidden fruit,
once tasted, never tamed
This thing that swirls through my skin,
as if I am made of
magic,
madness and
sins...
All I learnt, magic taught me,
All I know, madness made me.
All I am, sins have made of me.
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The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
