This Wicked Rhyme
I will split my soul into seven pieces
I will hide each piece in the heart of an innocent
I will taste the bitter sweetness of unicorn blood
And your reality, I will drag through the world
Let the breath of every soul I killed
Lift me above the highest hell
Let the voice of those with dirty blood
Silence mercifully under my spell
Wicked ways and darkened skies
Fall to your knees and hush your cries
Elixir of Life and Philosophers Stone
From your everlasting evil I will be reborn
Let the Mirror of Erised shatter in my presence
Let the Werewolves howl at my immortal essence
For the Elder Wand will kill on my command
And in this twisted life, every existence do I demand
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Tearful Canvas: A Collection
PoetryA book of poetry. My very own twisted sanctuary - pieces of art, history, love, hate, and everything in between.
