In An English Lesson
prophet laid to death
barbarick hallucination fillind his head
cold fires consuming his body
warm waters never forget
warm waters never regret
dark circles run in rings
but these angels won't unfurl their wings
behold! cries of the damned
not once were they found
only everytime they are bound
idolising frequent deaths
the sunrise will always fade to grey
holding to whats at bey
restrictions never disapear
rhyming like shakespere
sense is not required
twist of the tounge is desired
Copyright © Stacey Brackley | Year Posted 2012
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