He wears the smell of blood and death like perfume
there is Fire in his eyes
and ice in his veins
But you love him anyway
for he is a star
Burning with light of a thousand suns
And your world -
it's dark without him.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
