All that I have left...My sins...
A twisting vine curling through my bones
Thorns of dark desire
Thunder clouds on my minds horizon
Leaving me wild and restless
For sins are part of me
The lust and loathing
Makes me real, tangible
Lighting my soul
Bathed in fire and love
That make me breathe
The only things
Alive
(this poem is thanks to the "first line last line" poetry thread, but i have altered it so i am not using someone else quote)
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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)
