Inferno
Minutes to midnight
You bleed with me
We spoke of the distance
Unto which our hearts lay
they get high and get away
Canaries dying in their flight
Songbirds now of malice sing
Our malady and plight
One minute to midnight
Just sit tight, my love
Like our youth, it's all alright
Such beauty in our world,
We saw together such awe
I love how you shine
even twixt a beasts maw
30 seconds to midnight
Where has Kyrie gone?
Prayers marked as infernal
A distance too great,
Our hearts forgotten
Is it too late?
Or was it always?
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Inferno
About the Creator
DeiLupus
My life is a comedy.
I am 23.
I want to be an author, actor, and so many things.
I am bi polar.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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