Heart of an dead saint
mind of a broken devil.
Let me be very quaint,
I'm on a different level.
Flowing streams, of liquid dreams,
like lucid light beams, upon twisted beams. Steamed from a thought, that slowly brought me to rot in this poetic hell. Never to prevail. Yet another lost tale.
I live to write, 'tis a poetic fight, in the dark of night. My true delight I'll take to a new hight, you know I'm right.
Draw thy quill! Show thine will!
would be my thrill, so surreal.
I'm sure your the real deal.
Please, try to best my quill.
Show me what you got~
I bet you think your hot.
come and give it a shot.
yours truly
lyriks#poetry
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