From the eye of a Devil.
What nonsense are you speaking of, Angel?
Are you speaking of 'love' to a Devil?
Then I apologize, my precious dear
The word doesn't even exist here.
There's no such thing as light and sparks
Not here, where it is all dull and dark
We are just like the day and the night
Unless the world ends, we cannot collide.
So how can you ask for my hand
When you know black and white will never blend?
We just don't work that way
All there will be is grey.
Angel, please, don't be stubborn
Or you might get yourself burnt
I honestly do not want to hurt you
But I promise you I will, if I have to.
Is that blood coming from your eyes?
But it is not red and thick like mine
Oh no, must you cry?
But, Angel, why?
Stop, please, stop crying
I can't bear seeing you like this
My dark heart hurts seeing you cry
Oh, heart, why?
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
