Cry, solely for I admire such sight, with sunlight, I can't believe my eyes sees the malediction I admit to ignore my despondency. My sortilege is pure and I've been dealing with devilry, this isn't any theurgy, it's clear as day. I hate your very existence, I can't keep it in me, I've committed self-immolation and have taken a loved one down with me, my sadness has projected itself into my future child, leaving them scarred for life, without a dream of overcoming thy father last words. Born deceased, forever happily saddened by my father's will. I could still see the gleam in his eye, I caught a glimpse of his secrets. See you Hell beloved one. What a beautiful world we live in.
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
