I walk through the streets of Pandemonium
Shades and Shadows follow my scent
As I puzzle out lifes conundrum
Was it reality or something I dreamt
Blood red bricks pave a path
Sons and daughters of Cain
Fill the City with Vice and Sin
Guilty Pleasures
Red lipped Women
Dark masked Men
Once Angelic beings
Now turned Fallen
In the capitol of Babylon
Where the Dragon is covenant
Where souls like mine are marked by the Beast
I walk the streets of Pandemonium
Where I know
No rest
No sleep
No peace
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The Art of Abstraction
PoetryAbstraction is defined as the quality of dealing with ideas rather then events. This anthology of poems is my way of confronting ideas like love, depression, anger, and nostalgia.
