I never thought it was possible, but now...here I am - sleeping inside this twisted sea creation every single night!

October 2011

The Mist

4. october 2011 at 22:16 | Argonna |  Poetry - English
The Mist

I`m standing here, in the mist.
To hide my sins of old
So I would look angelic
In the streets of gold.

I`m standing here, so at least
You, my dearest friend,
Would not know that I can bite
When you hold my hand.

I`m standing here, like a Beast
In the endless scum
Waiting for my Beauty
Who will never come.

I`m standing here, devil-kissed.
Let me pull your strings
Be my puppet in this life
Or I'll burn your wings.