Tristan Robert Lange

3

3 ang3ls din3 with a d3vil
Whil3 th3 shadows danc3
And th3 darkn3ss tak3s
A long, blank, and icy glanc3.

3 days bring us to th3r3
And back again in sil3nc3
As w3 mutilat3 our fl3sh
In compl3t3 indiff3r3nc3.

3 is k3y in this forsak3n r3alm
As injur3d souls dissipat3
The vows of 3t3rnal lov3
To this, lif3's foul3st stat3.

3 d3vils f3ast on ang3l wings
At th3 tolling of th3 b3ll.
Th3 wr3tch3d on3s forsak3
Th3ir humanity for this h3ll.

Comments1

  • orchidee

    You run out of 'E's on your keyboard?! heehee. A fin3 writ3 (lol) though not really my genre. It's odd - I heard of someone spelling their name 'Su3an'.



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