some vacant part of me
once housed a demon,
who made my brain into
the gates of hell.
it's throne is empty now,
the fire it once yielded
has since gone out.
the sharp edge
between love and hate
can never touch me
again.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
