Damage taken, damage done,
Demons dancing oh so fun...
*if you leave a comment i can read your poems and...
does the mere mortal not know thy name...
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devoid of freshness...
Gargoyle
Sitting on this cathedral spire...
I curse the day I met him
When I began to fall apart...
The black rose sits starkly,
Among the white...
At the bus stop in the rain she waits,
Approaching her unseen and making no mistake...
--free verse. its not my best, it came to me...
Along the ebony wall...
I hear strange voices inside my head,
over the years so many lies I've fed...
I have your portrait hanging on the stained walls...
I like to look at it before I let myself fall...
I love the black,
it's so beautiful...
If I was a teenage fairy
How beautiful this world would seem...