Of The Devil


Always a look,

it like a lit book

upon fire took

gasoline a look.

I want posture

of flame foster

of a devil sure,

be no imposter.

Think I demand

myself a stand.

I think you can

see sinking sand.

Give me you do

knowledge true;

it makes shrewd

all of my moves.

Feel the ground,

hear all a sound

of what’s around

it is so abound.

Your look seeps

into where sleep

I try and to keep

eyes dry I weep.

May tears dous

the flames now;

sear wound now,

I stop a bleed out.


(Artwork Pinterest by KwangHo Shin)

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