My bleeding pen consoles me
like candy it flows so sweet and freely
thoughts tangled, entwined, sickly and morbid
coating the paper with fantasies of passion and hatred
greeting a midnight sky with an unfriendly welcome
praising lovers of two wicked evils
poisoning the holy
but giving birth to glory
a ballad of bloodied tears
sweet sonnets that reflect our fears
a skewed painting, my canvas glitters worlds unseemly
enchanting it's followers with darkness that gleams
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