Open your eyes, to see this demise!
Open your eyes, to hear their brittle cries!
We are doomed, to succumb to this fallacy!
We are doomed, to fall to this insanity!
Have you no means, to see and hear the truth?
Or have you surrendered, to the evil in this booth?
Do you not eye, the calloused webs that they weave?
Do you not eye, the broken hearts that they leave?
For now we are doomed, to stop the ink in this pen!
Now we are doomed, to throw our hearts to these men!
For there is no hero, no lover, no friend;
there is only the sadness, the foe, and the end.
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poesy of doom
Poetry❝ why is nurturing sorrow like sprouting a tree, why are we not the humanitarians that we would like to be? ❞ ━ my book of poesy that drips of the warmth of saturn; the wrath of hades. do not read if you are not prepared to embrace this cryptical gl...
