Herself In Solitude | Poem

Don’t believe my voice,
It doesn’t matter,
Darkness you explore,
I’m that long ago,
Liebe, I saw the gallows of dark.

I couldn’t sleep at night,
Those screams call my name,
I fought the dark and the light,
Don’t believe my voice,
I learnt to create illusions,
And, I’m not proud,
The dark man I become.

You asked to know my words,
You know them by heart for sure,
The Sterling Queen keeps alive the soul,
Which I trapped in dark that night,
Has released upon myself,
Screaming a destruction!

Deathra, wear purple latex tonight,
Wait for me to come,
I’m falling to rise,
Ask Liebe not to lose,
Herself in solitude,
Darkness we owned.

Β© sjwordsmith


Dark Humor Author | Poet | Creative Fountain | Borderline Personality | Proofreader | Content Writer | Automobile Lover | Found me at surajjangid.sam@gmail.com.


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