Bound, I am, to the world
As a enchained bird.
Ability of flight,
Lost within the night
Night without tomorrow,
Made of blood and sorrow...
Before it, love and admiration,
Now, hate and desperation.
For, my goddess turned me
In what I deserved to be,
For my lust and desire, In my eyes of fire.
Now dark flames of ice,
No wings to arise...
Chained forever in my cell,
In the shadow of Hell.
My goddess of dark is leaving,
And so I await my cleaving...
Blue skies shall turn to red,
My bones will become lead,
Poison I'll drink
And into time I'll sink,
When she will return,
Into what I was I will finally turn.
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Poems
PoetryNothing special, just some words coming from a twisted and broken mind, with a, nearly-shattering, soul that needs to breathe. Expressing my sadness or so...
