The immortal amour
They call the selfish whore
A heart never given
Love unseen
Twas it the demon
Who wrought her scorn
Or the loathing she bore
Her desires
Taken by the imperfection
She wake in the morn
And shatter the mirror before
Caged by a beast
Disgraced child of sin
A heart encased in ice
A breathe of realize
Taken and forsaken
While he planted the seeds
Of disease
No one
Fascination found in heartache
Constructing destruction
Dying of the bleeding
Leaving a legacy of deceit



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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