Dance in the rhythm-
Of your holy sin.
Secrete the deepest wound,
Until it bleed.
Monster's knocks,
Don't let it out.
Close your soul;
It never tasted a color.
Worship the abyss,
It's an ocean of inferno.
Kneel on the ground,
Under it is your domicile.
-roseesesch
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Broken
PoesíaThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
