• An Abstract Poem

    Pure, calm, innocents,
    Like the leaves before a storm,
    Dancing in the Wind.

    Dark, evil things come,
    To take and ruin our life,
    Faster, the leaves dance.

    The clouds cry for us,
    And kills us at the same time.
    They sob for our crimes.

    Tears won’t change our lives,
    We’ll keep up our evil games,
    Killing everything.

    The beast in out hearts,
    We struggle to control it,
    Dying to be free.

    Young and innocent,
    Raised to be proper people,
    Now in Slavery.

    You now come to the
    Conclusion that this is real,
    That all love is dead.

    On Good And Evil