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Nickolas J McKee Mar 2022
Lasting letters,
  Falling as petals,
   Taken my soul away.
     Angel feathers,
        Loving dear freckles,
          God calling us today.
             For when we die,
              Of prancing meadows,
                 What more can we so say?
                   Upon clouds shy,
                     No need to say why,
                       For the divine to pray.
                        Alas we are,
                          Never old far…
Nickolas J McKee Mar 2022
I know your pain,
I know your sorrow…
I know your hurt,
I’m gone tomorrow…
I done you wrong,
This I understand.
I hope you’re strong,
With another man…
Please hold his hand,
Let him treat you right…
Make him kiss you,
Till he holds you tight.
I wish you well,
Farewell to tell.
You never needed my love to know… the mental obsessions I fought for so long? This is the beginning of patient art letting you go…
Nickolas J McKee Mar 2022
I cried today.
Riding the train ride,
Thinking of you…

Chills take over me,
Knowing you’re somewhere around,
But never to be found…

Will it be so,
My love to be sailed,
Love to renew…

Watching your tears fall,
Weeping the second I go…
So long of us and woe…

Summer sets I have wept,
Knowing you could’ve kept…
Nickolas J McKee Feb 2022
I see you crystal clear,
A lover’s lust away…
For I dine with darkness,
Bidding you as your seer…
You shouldn’t have met me,
Playing with my dear blood…
All it takes is one spell,
Rising hell from the mud…
Fixed suns will bring famine,
All your love with starve out...
Begging God for mercy,
You will receive Mammon…
What love you have is lost,
Only for demons crossed…
Nickolas J McKee Feb 2022
I honestly don’t think you deserve Heaven,
Neither do I…
As you fornicate with the seven,
I am chastised alone to cry…
Sobriety is a made up playground high,
God is some fun.
The Devil sees your love losing by,
For soon in time I will be done…
One by one the seven of lust will die too,
Leaving you dry…
What left of our lives tales told taboo,
No… we are not meant for the hellholes of so…
So lonely the soul never to you to know…
Nickolas J McKee Feb 2022
Sorry I had to.
I couldn’t hurt ya’ll again…
It’s time I moved on.
Nickolas J McKee Feb 2022
You’re the next Jesus Christ,
Waiting to be crucified,
Among your flock of sheep.
Blue eyes ready to slice,
I, your prophet beautified,
Heresy to stab deep.
Let’s gather around you,
To magnify your glory,
Nails to skin under glass.
Raindrops rising from dew,
Superficial & weary,
Ready the blinding mass.
Hosanna of the high,
Dare you me to deny…
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