Talking about the Night

It's the 2nd Part of my poem "The Slave"

…the Spirit follows on -
Your sane secretes poison…
The souls(/thoughts) are poisoned by a venom -
What would you do with them all?..

It sounds as a rave:
“You won’t have the stone’s grave!”
Don’t wait for the God’s Grace -
You feel the death embrace…

You live in Pandemonium,
You’re poisoned with an ammonium,
And feel the thanatomorphose -
Life is not a bed of rose!..

You’re acting like the living dead,
So on this way just go ahead!..
The Tales aren’t believed by adults -
It’s the sault in your wounds…
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Your vampire’s empire
I see on the fire;
And it’s my blame -
You can deny me…
…
All the Hell’s creatures
Lost in their features;
So you become their Slave,
And you can’t go away…

You’re serving obsessed with,
Cos I’m a little witch…

These ghosts you haunted by,
Can’t let you fly so high,-
So you become MY Slave -
That is the price you pay…

Will you surrender my will,
Cos I can do anything?

01.11.18; 21:40-22:00.

Иллюстрация авторская: 2015 год.