The Invisible Man

His eyes a dawning blue but…
That heart had shot into the darkness below
Where the mind’s of sinners go
Would he ever know?
What was it he had to hold?
But the cold
A broken man trying to fake it strong
All traces of the warrior gone
Just a washed up weathering throne
Married to misery
Marked by his shame
A playful creature brimmed with blame
To far south to say his own name
Knowing she would never care to hear it anymore



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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