Lost in the midst of oblivion,
writings on the walls
are depiction of excruciation
I condoned,
with this question
clawing on my tongue:
"๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด,
๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ?"
The devil in my mirrors
has its beguiling wings,
now slowly burning
for I found my angel.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
Lost in the midst of oblivion,
writings on the walls
are depiction of excruciation
I condoned,
with this question
clawing on my tongue:
"๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ
๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด,
๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ?"
The devil in my mirrors
has its beguiling wings,
now slowly burning
for I found my angel.
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