I'm my own demise,
The one who pours poison in her own cup,
The reaper of the soul in my flesh,
The empress of the demons in my head,
The prosecutor of the spirit's stargaze,
The summoner of the monster,
The hunter of my sanity,
The captor of myself,
Stuck in the creations of my own maze.
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Author:
Veronica Achlys (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2024 05:28
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Quite a dark, descriptive poem. Great lead in to the tormentors who run the gauntlet of the poet’s mind. Highly creative lines. We have Goths in our family. They would appreciate this poem.
Thank you!!
Has a real feeling of self isolation
Good thing about that is
You know the way out as creator of the maze should you choose
Unique dark exquisite
Impressive again
Thank you!!
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