I bought a heart for me
Just to give her the love she deserves
But somehow
It wasn't enough.
Flesh and bones
Dust and ashes
Sing together
The death of time.
Darkness here,
Darkness there
Lightness nowhere.
We find ourselves
Searching for nothing
Trembling in front of Beelzebub
Begging for mercy.
Only fools would make
A deal with the Devil.
And only the foolest of the fools would make
A deal with God.
Don't judge me by my actions,
I've just made a deal with God.
YOU ARE READING
mortem
PoetryIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
