
Derelict was this soul
Lost in pain
And admonition
Beelzebub’s own tongue
Licks its delight
Upon the taste
Lowly, the form succumbs
Breath secedes
Rhythmic drums
Beat no more
Hollow within
The empty shell
Poetry, lyrics, other words and art…
Derelict was this soul
Lost in pain
And admonition
Beelzebub’s own tongue
Licks its delight
Upon the taste
Lowly, the form succumbs
Breath secedes
Rhythmic drums
Beat no more
Hollow within
The empty shell
Dare I say, I feel the call of the wild?! 😉
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Well, your sunshine far outweighs that heaviness…
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Lol thank you!😁
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Just sayin’
This week’s post are a little different.
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Nothing wrong with different 😉
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