Beauty,
Beauty,
All the same,
Rage and death,
Enraptured the pain.
"Oh my lover, do you call me?
For I am unfaithful,
A fiend indeed."
I am a firefly light at the seems,
But inside my heart,
My soul is so mean.
I hate the breath my lover breathes,
He is a monster of my making.
He broke my soul,
I tore apart his,
I am an evil,
An evil that forever lives.
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Art isn't always beautiful
PoésieA collection of poems, from deeply sorrowful narratives of lost love, to lustful laments for cigarettes. Joyous songs are rare, as this is an authentic representation of life. And life isn't always beautiful. {All works accredited to WildeYouth}
