Sin
By Kittie
A dead soul I hold within Knowing each day that Living is my sin My halo now turned into horns My (angelic) wings now tattered and torn Seems, perhaps, I’ve fallen from (His) grace? But now I’m in my rightful place In here there are no tears This is a place shunned for years Here is the sanction Known as Hell Where creatures of the night Like me...dwell...um...this is...my poem!! ^-^v Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 04:44 PM PST 10 • 0
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"A dead soul I hold within..."