A beautiful lie
that's what you are
acidic pleasure
my dying star
A sinful want
just a sadistic crave
you've shackled my mind
made me a slave
A terrible monster
roaming inside my head
I'm not better off living
not better off dead
A bleeding heart
a mourning cry
a million teardrops
falling from my eyes
A troubled heaven
tied up in lace
a haunting perfectness
etched on your face
A phantom desire
a heart aching cry
you are nothing more
than my beautiful lie.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
