Devil Within 25 08 2013
All my poems writ by only the greatest of pains,
Every verse born out of the memory that remains.
I sat in silence to study its golden delight;
Only for this Dreamer to awaken his Devil tonight…
Just like Jesus without His wine-
Or a poet without his rhyme.
Mankind bastards tainted my soul;
Raped my words and played me whole!
Safely away from my world- in a midnightmare,
White rose withering- my corpse the Devil’s lair.
Witnessing another black rose born,
Silently… On a forlorn winters morn…
“Aw dumb boy, romantic only on paper.
Your virginity lost in a single verse.
Death has woven Her wedding dress
at the Genesis of thy birth… “
Penta stanza’s without Heaven’s grace,
Devil kin and Oblivion without a face.
Put a stake right through my Heart…
Drag me out to the sunshines dart…
Copyright © Jimmy Brouwers | Year Posted 2015
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