I love you, the beast.
Before than all the rest.
And I need, a simple thing
Thing inside, your body.
I looked like, a lack.
Even more, the lake.
Then I got, a gothic crime.
What I'm looking for is bloody.
Lack on you, in the winter water.
The lake is long, like I feel.
Easy to explain, but not to sens.
The doors are filled with pain.
Much more than all these sdain
And you love, others people sides
People who, like terror...
...Of weapons, sickening dreams
Million waves, to a million wages
Endless road of which it is time to die
Lack on you, in the winter water.
The lake is long, like I feel.
Easy to explain, but not to sens.
The feel is my fear.
Lack drowns in the lake.
Save us, sound the prophet.
The prince is still far away, baby
He is in dept, in reset, beset.
For him, don't give you a vignette.
He cannot deserve it, nor any other.
The Earth did it, it died.
I love you, the beast.
Suffer in you, be the rest.
And you need, a time to cry.
Breathe under the water.
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
