& this monstrous diablo snuggles upon dark,
dripping as enticing parts,
easily unthreading to move unto scrapped of heart:
though this fiend didn't just arrive by night,
it ate & gave bits of darkness mine whole life;
uncommon allies entwined,
explored hellish rides,
became as one in strife,
as built-up an unbeseem strength inside;
but as now I strive to hold my own,
still it persists in wearing sole crown;
yet -
temptingly easing head with bashes,
I shall fight 'til blasted demons' burn by glowing ashes,
every night,
all festered dispensed might,
spilling tears as laughter fills up lashes.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
