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Eloi
Poems
Aug 2016
Satanic Mystics
My ribbons are tattered and torn,
My hair is in a tangle,
My eyes they stare a thousand miles
My chest is a ball of brambles.
Here in the hell between
I meet The devil and the deep blue sea.
I swallow hard to clear the thorns
A ****** Metallic taste is rising,
And from my mouth, a crimson tear
Adoring and despising.
The devil with his uneasy eyes,
The deep blue sea's unsung surprise.
It's fight or flight, sink or swim
And so I let the games begin.
The jury nod, the death knell rings,
I gaze into the cold abyss.
My sentence called, the words unclear
And in a foreign language.
Circles I can't leave,
They'll Drown me as I weep
I'll Sleep forever sleep
Take me to the deep.
#love
#sad
#eyes
#death
#devil
#satan
#mystics
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Eloi
20/F/London
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