They tell one lie,
They speak one truth.
'It's easy to heal,
But you'll remember all your scars.'
The latter of the two, a truth.
Though that which precedes,
Lies through it's teeth.
Fangs of darkness and deceit,
Designed to forge a man with a black heart.
If not for the comfort of the summer sea,
I too would've succumbed to the gray of this city.
Morphed from a young and happy form,
To a soulless monster,
'Homo-Malum.'
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
They tell one lie,
They speak one truth.
'It's easy to heal,
But you'll remember all your scars.'
The latter of the two, a truth.
Though that which precedes,
Lies through it's teeth.
Fangs of darkness and deceit,
Designed to forge a man with a black heart.
If not for the comfort of the summer sea,
I too would've succumbed to the gray of this city.
Morphed from a young and happy form,
To a soulless monster,
'Homo-Malum.'
Homo-Malum=Evil Man
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