#vergil
There is a storm approaching.
Most can't tell, but I can.
Those grey clouds and frigid winds
I can feel the storm coming, dreadfully still.
But I can't foresee what this storm is
Is it fierce rain and a thunderous will?
Or is it a sharp blade carving into my heart-
And my soul? I don't know.
But this storm - Nearests so.
It isolates me, and... It provokes me too.
Because when I feel my hair standing on the edge of my skin
I hear a name whispered in the howling wind
I see a man, his back turned ever so-
With a sword on his side,
Its name:
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
You are my Dante, you are my Vergil, you are my Beatrice, you are my devil. You are the spineless and endless tortured souls of men and woman who form horizons that never seem to end. You are the hung bodies in the trees of death, you are Cleopatra and Antony. In that never ending tornado of lust, cursed to spin and spin, conjoined in cursed love. You are the undeserving unborn who are tortured before they've ever even breathed dear life.
And I, I am only another accursed undead.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC