She's feeding the monster underneath, the dark silhouette from my haunted dreams. The creature my father had made, crafted alone for one's who dare partake.
Despite knowing the dangers lurking within me, I have nowhere else to go but her arms. As my dark waters drown me in my sleep she lays awake watching all the breaths I struggle to take.
Through my state of better nor worse, the mutter of sorrow filled voice. I can't hear you, my love, I'll die without knowing the words you cry, the sun breaking the horizon, and so you scream and shout out.
The parts of you I wished to take, I've seen your soul forsake the crimson love I dreamt to give, pool into my unnested haven. Sit, and relax my dear as I, love's grim reaper rips your heart open and bathe in the blood of the lover you had known.
For shame, oh sweet sorrow, bid this broken heart adieu, the infuriating pain of the needy youth.
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Starry Poems
PoetryJust a few poems my mind formed by using wordings and trying to make it into something worth reading.
