Madness Poems Whispered Words Wicked Words Wrapped In Sin Wrapped In Words

Is Its Embrace Cold?

A self styled stigmata,

A stolen smile from the childless,

Infinity dragging my insides across the stars,

An eternal reflection in the mirror of you empty eyes,

A thousand twisted thoughts ravaged deep inside,

Years of endless torment,

Itself a loss of perfection,

Choking on the saliva of self doubt,

Resign your end,




Spread the arms of acceptance open and take in the embrace of what can now be,

But beware,

For the embrace my be cold and damp,

The embrace my be empty,

The embrace may be your final embrace,

It may be its embrace….

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