hollowed out

by satan’s blade

the truly damned always seem

to live forever

tainting our lives with

evil intentions

of souls sold long ago

I’m sick and wary

for the want of good

in Man

as these fables walk past me

breathing corpses,

the standing dead,



soon to be






A poem

20JUL2012Leave a Comment

by wittyjules in Poetry [Edit]

forgiveness tries

(and tries, again)

then, is shot down

by a nearly rotten soul

they rot like an apple, you see

(inside out)

forgiveness can never know

until she takes a bite

and the worm slides into her mouth

intent, on killing her.


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