Confession

by Sagedream   Oct 14, 2016


I'm writing with the only past left of me
Whenever you read this
I'm already on my way to cloak your heart
My passion stares up at me
Screaming to find an emotion in a distant dark place
Noise in my memory
Fire soaring in my brain
My thoughts are weeping
Like a problem you can't walk in
Darkness embracing my flaws
As philosophers find greatness in their walls
Just a blurry view of your skin
It wipes all my circles to your walls
Am I cursed or you're threatening me with peace
I won't be carried away with the last unicorn
Because I'm a demon damned to oblivion

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