I stand along damnation's gate so wide.
Before me lies a tortured soul in hell.
I stare into the blackness of his eyes
And hate the monster that I know so well.
I stare at him and he at me.
I hate the mirror's honesty.
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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
ŞiirA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.
