Divine ruination possesses true death,
Mistaking their sorrows for intimate decay.
Jinx the rivers of the Styx,
Forsaking humanity from the other side.
A garden of bones;
From these roots lie the fractures of the forgotten.
Ghosts in linen sheets hide beyond the flowers.
The curse of the ivy wraps around our unburdened skin.
Lipstick stains the shattered mirror shards,
Smeared with all the burdens of regret.
Half empty cocktail glasses reflect conscious agonies
And bloodied knuckles dry lest Demons wake from their slumbers.
Strange hungers reigning thyself,
Carving silhouettes from angels' wings.
Devour and kneel before scattered moon dust,
Sip from the rot of eternity poisoning the soil.
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From My Soul Not My Mind [Poems]
PoetryHey so the first poem, hero, to the poem kingdom is story and a made up character. From pretty and so forth is me, not story. My newer poems are better than my older ones so don't judge the old ones :) ♥ Love You All ♥ I hope I mad...
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