Scream this act !
For this is a fact.
I wasted my sins on this unforgiveable fear.
I am to sad for this sold out act.
Leave me to be as how even these clowns are funnier than me.
I sin as I speak.
And I'll teach you this story.
I'm not a harlequin.
A storyteller or a dreamseller.
I am a sinner.
Nonetheless the saint of sinners.
These are my last days for my crimes are up to pace.
Let me speak and forget this is my last rhythmical grace.
Chapter one.
The sinner dies.
Chapter six.
This is how it'll end.
Chapter eleven.
We are together.
Chapter twelve.
We all are the no tongue saint.
Great secret to spill, may I say.
I'm not schizophrenic.
Just a walking imagination.
YOU ARE READING
The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
