Without Me, What Will You Do?A Poem by Kenneth Smoot
Wicked fires turn, turn, turn
Blasphemy already spoken Hopes in Eden, now erased Softer and dark like melody Feel sorry for you, omen defiled Righteousness no longer afforded Heart stained and killed like glass Sirens speak, but don't listen Clouded mind, mild spirit Oasis chained, darkness unnoticed Only storms, digging deep Floral designed and burned Serpent alive, eyes burn Nails dine and w****s lying Crossing across and death demolished There may be hope for me yet.
© 2013 Kenneth SmootReviews
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AuthorKenneth SmootCTAboutI love writing about things having to do with witchcraft and the supernatural, I'm inspired by gay romance and erotica, and I love fantasy/sci-fi. Right now I'm working on a story about a guy named.. more..Writing
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