They are…..
my heralds of painful bliss.
my heroes of chaotic peace.
the venomous antidote, I breathe.
the spell of this poem, I weaved.
In them lies…..
my dreams of light in pitches of dark.
the keys of my black heart, I refused to hark.
the sweetest fragrance of life, I adorned.
my heart of leviathanistic wants, I scorned.
Theirs is….
the innocent flesh of imaginative crimes.
the smiles of pleasure in frowning times.
the angelic soul with devilish temptation.
the source of my mind’s willful confliction.
THEY ARE
THE EPITOME OF INNOCENCE
IN THEM LIES
THE HOPE TO KEEP MY RESILIENCE
THEIRS IS
THE LEVIATHAN OF MY CONSCIENCE
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
They are…..
my heralds of painful bliss.
my heroes of chaotic peace.
the venomous antidote, I breathe.
the spell of this poem, I weaved.
In them lies…..
my dreams of light in pitches of dark.
the keys of my black heart, I refused to hark.
the sweetest fragrance of life, I adorned.
my heart of leviathanistic wants, I scorned.
Theirs is….
the innocent flesh of imaginative crimes.
the smiles of pleasure in frowning times.
the angelic soul with devilish temptation.
the source of my mind’s willful confliction.
THEY ARE
THE EPITOME OF INNOCENCE
IN THEM LIES
THE HOPE TO KEEP MY RESILIENCE
THEIRS IS
THE LEVIATHAN OF MY CONSCIENCE
