An atrocity
Something so vile and yet so pure
A disease and a cure
It was something that could've been forgiven
Though somehow
God Himself couldn't even forgive it
YOU ARE READING
3 AM
PoetryRip into me and let the pain pour out. Only in the night, at the time of 3 AM Shitty poetry written by some shitty kid Cover art by me
Sin
An atrocity
Something so vile and yet so pure
A disease and a cure
It was something that could've been forgiven
Though somehow
God Himself couldn't even forgive it
