I Hear The Words | Poem

I fear,

My mind runs wild in nothingness,

It changes the memories, I preserve,

It saves me from the devil, I am,

Deathra, forgive me,

For the time I wander the hell’s streets.

It’s a curse to words I write,
For whom I bleed my pen,

For whom I run my heart,

Deaths, I see of this world,

Still, Deathra,

You bring me back,

To lands of sickness.

I don’t know what you to write,
All I feel is going to be cursed,

My hopes are looking at me,

For the darkness I become,

Deathra!
Tell me once more,
I kept these alive.

©sjwordsmith

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