Walking through lifeA Poem by puppyLoveFeeling trapped within morality he daydreams of a confession.
Walking through my life, The patterns of colors, of changing colors, And so I told her while sitting on a comfortable couch: “Let the many demons of hell strike my body, Let the demonic angels run through my veins, Now that I am free from morality, My mind has splattered a beautiful painting on eternity, Even Lucifer hurries up to see, While my soul wonders far untouched.” Her dry lips separated one another, If only I still remembered how to find the circumference, She walked away with disgusting confusion.
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