Walking through life

Walking through life

A Poem by puppyLove
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Feeling trapped within morality he daydreams of a confession.

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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.

 

 

 

© 2011 puppyLove


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Intense, I liked the last two lines a lot.

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Added on May 27, 2009
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