One may think that tranquil is the best gift of all
But there is no peace in tranquility, when you are already consumed by loneliness
Each minute of silence provokes the evil inside me
Thus every second passing, is no gift of mine, but the christening of a devil
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Starlight Poems
PoetryA series of often cynical poems conjured in the quiet hours of night. Each written as a way to escape my demons, only to invite them to life through my pages.
Five Words too Short
One may think that tranquil is the best gift of all
But there is no peace in tranquility, when you are already consumed by loneliness
Each minute of silence provokes the evil inside me
Thus every second passing, is no gift of mine, but the christening of a devil