Will your smooth fingers slip past mine,
as men, women alike roar between the gap?
They stare, they refute, they condemn,
morals, ideals dreamt in ignorance dictate.
Please love, hold me tight, embrace me,
they are coming, dark webs and empty flames,
closing in on my mortal soul,
will you summon your heart one last time, and grant me
This last wish?
God will win and Man shall celebrate victory;
tragedy the sole wine they drink,
jealous, the lonely God in the beginning,
in nothing he created Man
Let us both die in His eyes,
let sins bleed through our flesh,
eternally in disgrace.
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No one Gives a Damn
PoeziePoems I have written about feelings and things no one probably gives a damn about. I'm on Facebook as The Writer. (Nevermind, no one gives a damn anyway)
