Foraging the forest of love Ravaging the hearts of men Anhialation falls upon the weak Neglect not the shield Crushing is the evil will Eroticism is lure to the heart *** shall break thy spirit
Games upon games arrive Articulation lost in the sirens song Madness meets mania as loves prey Molesting the soul and devouring dreams Omnipotence becomes the path No more need to pray She is the endβ¦β¦.
The poem seems to be the emphasis. However, take the time to assemble the first letter of each stanza and will learn the pain of my poetry. As someone said the other night. **** a poet off and you will be eternalized in a very bad way. I would like to thank her though for I soon will publish my first poetry book and I habe started my first of a series of books about love, pain, and suicide.