An enticing blasphemy,
remanoir of the
inevitable suffering,
Crimson is all I see,
death in it's majestic form
so enchanting.
The heart is haunting
with the anathemic love,
Still it holds on to
the sacrilegious trust.
They all turn their faces
as I feel the oblivion.
Detained in the forbidden land
with no salvation.
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PoesieWhen the soul speaks and heart flies....... Just a bunch of soulful poems. Here's a sample.. My love, You're the definition of forever for me, With a new hope in my heart, I want to melt in your arms, The night witnesses our sacred bond, And no...
