for what sweet maiden
and what soft lamb
would dare accept
my crooked heart?
cursed words of mine
twisted mercilessly into
wretched ballads
that no one will ever sing.
there’s no salvation for me now
nowhere for me to heal
destruction runs in these veins
beating in my heart of steel
have mercy on my dark heart
be still, these wild thoughts
a pen dipped in jet-black ink
scratched across tormented soul.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC
for what sweet maiden
and what soft lamb
would dare accept
my crooked heart?
cursed words of mine
twisted mercilessly into
wretched ballads
that no one will ever sing.
there’s no salvation for me now
nowhere for me to heal
destruction runs in these veins
beating in my heart of steel
have mercy on my dark heart
be still, these wild thoughts
a pen dipped in jet-black ink
scratched across tormented soul.
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