Fool’s Heart Death

Chapter 4|Diamonds

Fool’s Heart Death

 

Some people write to give birth to that fire

I write to take up my time

I write to keep myself in line

I write when there is no one by my side

Course they never are in the mean time

 

My soul is wearing down, this tire

Along the steep rough climb

Along attempt to find my kind

Along with Curse in it for the ride

Not for the journey of this climb

 

Longingly I wonder

Of an angel to uncover

Value deceit

Enamored seraph he does eat.

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