Do you hear the call?
The darkness of the ocean calls.
Wondrous wail that baits your heart,
Give in to the comfort of destruction.
Anger is as delectable if not more than love
This fire keeps me warm,
Don't ask me how pure,
Just heap the nasty over the pyre.
Love lies in utter ruination,
Our passion thrives when miseries abound
Let go of the garb of a saint,
It won't hide Beelzebub's strings.
Je te laisserai des mots,
Long after you fade,
I'll still leave you notes.
Je te laisserai des mots,
Long after I fade,
Maybe you will pick them up.

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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them