Hate and love,
two faces,
of the same beast.
Fangs gnashing on wandering heels,
leaving wounds,
that never heal.
Oh the fire,
in your gleeful monster's eyes,
burning me slowly.
Your two faces,
compliment mine.
A beautiful disaster,
a deadly dance,
when beasts collide.
Speaking to Lost Souls
By Goddess_ofthe_Void
A collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen. More