Liebe, Still Monsters Crawl | Poem

I become your soul,

When you kiss the sun,

Drink its boundless life.

I become your eyes,

When you shower them with joys,

Blush for your admirers.

I become your heart,

When you speak of sins,

Those deeds you never thought.

These words are strange,

Our sickness is weird,

Liebe, still monsters crawl,

Call upon the darkness,

Shake hands with Deathra,

Become her now!

┬ęSuraj Jangid


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