An unholy matrimony
Every day
I walk deeper and deeper into this
damned forest of deep depression.
My light grows lesser and lesser as
my soul goes impious.
No matter how hard I pray to God
for absolution
the devil always seems to find me.
My sins and my darkness
they always come back to love me.
Like the snows fucking the trees in
deep winter
they ruin me.
But as in them also
there is a lot of beauty
in this our
unholy matrimony.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
