DAMNED… a dark poem

Tis naught

But death that persecutes me

Veiled in wispy robes

Cut from boughs of fir

Kindling for my soul

Curtains of eternal darkness

Cascade, ever closing upon me

Silently bending my will

Into a “damned submission”

Subjugating my destiny

Hastened my thoughts

Alas, fleeing down this now dead life

Malleable to condemnation

Beelzebub has dismantled my cross

Nightmare, Dreaming, Fantasy, Fear
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