It needs not be midnight for Him to strike
Around the clock He collects watches that stop,
Reaping purity and sinners alike.
He does not wait for you to finish
Your broken amen. Merciless,
He purges this, your final wish.
He is not fair. But neither is the universe
In which He hunts. He prowls
For the souls that bear His curse.
Purgatory's avenging angel lies
Between heaven and hell. But does not
Surrender to a kind man's eyes.
This woman fades slowly, dreamlike
As they pray through tears. But Death
Is ruthless and The Hangman strikes.
YOU ARE READING
have a little faith
Poetry"between fallen angels and shooting stars i'm losing sleep tonight" {cmg} - some poems i wrote. please enjoy x
