The forever falling devil reaches for my heart,
his talons digging deep as I am forced to sleep
in his world, for evermore
in the land of pure darkness.
The rotten wings which once resided
on his back; glorious, white, bright;
now shards of glass that cut those
who come too close.
The fire in his heart is put out
by the flood in mine; killed by the
never-ending storm inside me. Flames put out
by water; those who thrived in the soul fire
quietened by the heartless liar
who turned hell into an ocean.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
The forever falling devil reaches for my heart,
his talons digging deep as I am forced to sleep
in his world, for evermore
in the land of pure darkness.
The rotten wings which once resided
on his back; glorious, white, bright;
now shards of glass that cut those
who come too close.
The fire in his heart is put out
by the flood in mine; killed by the
never-ending storm inside me. Flames put out
by water; those who thrived in the soul fire
quietened by the heartless liar
who turned hell into an ocean.
