My Personal Hell
YOUR HEART without passion
your cellar without a door
your kindest eyes
ruthless color
stabbing my heart
without leaving traces
towards Heaven with haunting voices
is my personal hell.
:: 07.07.2022 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2022
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