"When does the hurting stop?" Someone asked.
And I replied, "Till I am once again locked in an embrace with my beloved,
His poisonous lips pressed unto mine,
Reality left behind,
All memories of past thrown away in the pits of hell,
To be eaten up by devils and devoured slowly by demons,
Underneath valleys of death to the deepest corner of the earth."
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200 Days Of POETRY
Poetry200 Days, 200 different Poems. #33 in Poetry Category July 21, 2017 Back at #33 in Poetry Category On March 27, 2018 "All Glory Belongs to God"