There was a beauty in his darkness,
it seeped through the cracks in his smile
His tan skin stained,
crimson blood reflected in his eyes
I'd known he was the beginning,
of what I did not know
For better or for worse,
I knew it from the moment we met
That besides me stood a twisted soul,
an angel of death.
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A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
