Loneliness used to devour my soul,
Until I buried my self in piles of books all alone.
Reality was a bleak spot of dawn,
The trace of light, seemed long gone.
Then you stepped up in my midst,
A twisted charm,surrounding your grace.
My midnight woes ebbing away like a dead language,
As gargoyles watched over your gates.
Like a hopeless moth I yearned for a flame,
Fire so filled with sin and pain.
Lies glistened on your poisonous visage ,
Butchering my soul at the temple of your embrace .
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Loneliness used to devour my soul,
Until I buried my self in piles of books all alone.
Reality was a bleak spot of dawn,
The trace of light, seemed long gone.
Then you stepped up in my midst,
A twisted charm,surrounding your grace.
My midnight woes ebbing away like a dead language,
As gargoyles watched over your gates.
Like a hopeless moth I yearned for a flame,
Fire so filled with sin and pain.
Lies glistened on your poisonous visage ,
Butchering my soul at the temple of your embrace .
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