I stare at the picture of your past
And face the corruption of spirit
Death has been following you to cast
His rotten hopes of life and merit
I see the demon in you has grown
Thorns of fiery passions in vein
A shape of shadow sleeping alone
A man doomed to be chained and insane
Allow ravens feed on your pale skin
So the demon can be freed to rest
Your life is your only shameful sin
Which does belong to death to protest
Himedal
Nov2012
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Of Love And Darkness
PoetryCollection of my recent Gothic poems. Following Edgar Allan Poe's Dark Romanticism with the help of actual reasons and events of my own life.
