What shall you say to the lady who nurtured you? How shall you apologize for the hell you put her through? Why do you think they will forgive your sorry due? When do you think you'll learn to love her true? For you are now victim to this wrath! For you have chosen this sorry path! For you have driven her to a corner! For you have made yourself a mourner! Now glimpse the tale of your crumbling wall, glimpse the tale of the demons within your hall. Close your eyes and see the demons that wrap you in their grasp, for you have put yourself within their bloodied clasp.
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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...
