*fugacious* Poem by Jimmy Brouwers
*fugacious*
Just like Lord Satan, I have sinned
When I played life's golden violin,
But soon I'll revel;
When I'm with the Devil,
Who'll wed me- with Death's kin
and even though Death... accompanied by pain,
horror and grief...
I see the beauty within Her, That which none
want to belief!
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,depression,emo,gothic,pain
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