I have always been juvenile.
Wishing that I could reconcile.
Following my own desire.
Fighting off the burning fire.
Insanity swallowing me whole.
Corrupting every innocent soul.
The cries, howling in every direction.
Sobs, obstructing the peaceful perfection.
Groans shall soar.
Horns shall grow.
Corruption shall go forth.
Death shall swallow.
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A Sense Of Eternity (Completed)
Thơ caLet these emotions make your heart flutter... Venture into the wondrous world of poetry... Where light and darkness collide... Poetry book by: Gregiously_Amazing Copyright 2018
