sweet garden way

the garden still stands

black roses with thorns pave a path older than time itself

where sinners can be punished

and where the satanists may finally rejoice

a gazebo in the center for those who are brave enough to venture 

they will find a well

with black waters and sirens calling out to you

do not fret,

instead dip your finger in 

and taste sin

the white crows sit atop leaveless trees

mocking those who pass by this maze

of hate



 

TheDemiDevil

MD

16 years old

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    I feel like I'm imposing

    Which isn't fair for you to do,

    It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside

    I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was

    I thought we we're doing this anymore

  • unkept (wo)man

    subjugated to solitude eternal,

    only perceiving and watching love,

    maybe receiving it but never understanding it

    never internalizing it

    it bounces off. Doesn't stick,

    unkept and unruly and unclean.