A vision

During one of my wildest days,
I imagined myself never seeing the light of day,
And flowers giving birth to black leaves.
I saw the spirit of a being that never lived,
And the devil himself beackoning to me.
I heard voices cursing me from far off,
Laughing out loud and calling me names.
I felt a touch of damnation,
Warm and inviting, I perceived it!



Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2018-11-05 at 20:34

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