Several corpses lying beside its bed,
were found by an angel in love,
now if to the past we went,
so in deep devotion,
and thoughts of worship,
did this angel lie along,
in wait for its beloved,
it went ran strange
and often quite
worthless errands,
jumping in horses
in happiness,
or tearing her clothes
to the river in joy,
and offering a dance,
so much so,
she was in love-
And thus, came along,
the corpse,
frightened her to the core,
awoke her from her hope,
and took her to dread,
reminding her of her lover,
at every instance that the memory sought,
to perish, and **** off every thought,
the dread remained, and along came
another, as she moved on,
another dead glimpse of a devil she knew,
who could that be?
could it be the truth?
or just a trickery?
Asked she,
as forced by nature,
and religion,
her love didn't make sense anymore,
to herself whatsoever,
she loved a man,
but had to question herself,
a thousand times before,
for the same reasons that would
condemn her existence
and air,
waiting, and more,
she needed him to collapse the struggle,
as she knew,
and now a meandering presence,
those memories of the corpse-
Now to the past,
the ones that hurt,
before the corpses lay,
the ones that let them come near
her and enjoy her presence,
as once,
she was mocked,
and put to display,
and once again,
she questioned,
herself,
and was questioned again,
her stay, a gift,
and her title as an angel,
a submission
to their conditions,
and then,
a man let her stay,
simply as quietly,
as she would,
she thought she found someone,
but he lived down there in hell,
As thus the corpses followed,
and wrecked her stay.
Her desires of humans,
and of passions to joy
and love,
all wrecked by the memories
that never occurred,
how would that look,
if she were to
question her man and her love,
and her life, and to consider death,
a better human being,
than heaven itself,
still living,
as an attempt,
and thus,
she had to wait,
without him;
or did he?
The folk would wonder,
if ever in true love,
was ever she,
but the truths she knew,
and the comfort
she had gained
was a testament
to his beauty,
and the living proof,
of her failure,
lied along their happiness,
a past she tried to forget,
and move on to hell,
with love,
such was the unfulfilled thirst,
but more intense,
were the questions,
that her love now couldn't answer,
the same ones it once could,
shattered by the terror of
the glimpses that had occurred,
a trust between the devil that
was established,
and her lies that were burdened,
the memories haunted her,
her life so far,
and the past was a treason,
as much the truth,
her present love her religion,
and then one day,
a visual came and went along,
as it was all ruined,
by those corpses in heaven.
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
Several corpses lying beside its bed,
were found by an angel in love,
now if to the past we went,
so in deep devotion,
and thoughts of worship,
did this angel lie along,
in wait for its beloved,
it went ran strange
and often quite
worthless errands,
jumping in horses
in happiness,
or tearing her clothes
to the river in joy,
and offering a dance,
so much so,
she was in love-
And thus, came along,
the corpse,
frightened her to the core,
awoke her from her hope,
and took her to dread,
reminding her of her lover,
at every instance that the memory sought,
to perish, and **** off every thought,
the dread remained, and along came
another, as she moved on,
another dead glimpse of a devil she knew,
who could that be?
could it be the truth?
or just a trickery?
Asked she,
as forced by nature,
and religion,
her love didn't make sense anymore,
to herself whatsoever,
she loved a man,
but had to question herself,
a thousand times before,
for the same reasons that would
condemn her existence
and air,
waiting, and more,
she needed him to collapse the struggle,
as she knew,
and now a meandering presence,
those memories of the corpse-
Now to the past,
the ones that hurt,
before the corpses lay,
the ones that let them come near
her and enjoy her presence,
as once,
she was mocked,
and put to display,
and once again,
she questioned,
herself,
and was questioned again,
her stay, a gift,
and her title as an angel,
a submission
to their conditions,
and then,
a man let her stay,
simply as quietly,
as she would,
she thought she found someone,
but he lived down there in hell,
As thus the corpses followed,
and wrecked her stay.
Her desires of humans,
and of passions to joy
and love,
all wrecked by the memories
that never occurred,
how would that look,
if she were to
question her man and her love,
and her life, and to consider death,
a better human being,
than heaven itself,
still living,
as an attempt,
and thus,
she had to wait,
without him;
or did he?
The folk would wonder,
if ever in true love,
was ever she,
but the truths she knew,
and the comfort
she had gained
was a testament
to his beauty,
and the living proof,
of her failure,
lied along their happiness,
a past she tried to forget,
and move on to hell,
with love,
such was the unfulfilled thirst,
but more intense,
were the questions,
that her love now couldn't answer,
the same ones it once could,
shattered by the terror of
the glimpses that had occurred,
a trust between the devil that
was established,
and her lies that were burdened,
the memories haunted her,
her life so far,
and the past was a treason,
as much the truth,
her present love her religion,
and then one day,
a visual came and went along,
as it was all ruined,
by those corpses in heaven.
