At the moment of truth I gave in,
In fact I barely thought twice.
Another barrier I'd promised to keep
Another sin... another vice.
Yet I look at the blood on my hands
And instead hear the song in my heart
I do know I've taken what's not mine
I guess I deserve to be torn apart.
It's madness in all its pure form
Yet it feels like vodka and gin
I feel soothed, wanted and loved
If hell feels like this, count me in!
1 comment:
Hello, Rough!
Great poema! Thank you.
I loved this work and this blog.
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