Beautifully filthy from the cradle
Being borne with the dark
Creeping up to my reflection
Mirror mirroring my blackened heart
This portal glass that seperates
Imprisoned apart on this mortal plane
Not knowing who I am this way
Without your hate
Without your pain
This barring pane that keeps ahold
Craving you my blackened form
Haunted souls surround
Infernal
Perdition calling to have us home
Our spells cast
They have been said
Releasing you to me again
Smashing through
You are returning
Into me your blackening breath
Possessing me
Your dead rose thorns
With you
I blow the dark ones horn
Together until the end of time
Fire
Darkness
The endless night
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Author:
KTay (
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Comments4
Dark and full of shadows this work speaks to the night. Well done
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Heartfelt poem.
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Dark and deep write of living in the night. where all the demons come out to play with their toys, your heart and mind, as dark as this write is, for some it is very real, nicely expressed and written
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You are very welcome
Ah...you have described my home...my space. I get this poem, my friend. Well done on this dark, poetic expression. 🌹👏
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You are most welcome, my friend.
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