Doomsday's Door

Dear Death, 

with your doomsday decor, 

your dreary darkly dust, 

of hope and memoire

 

Your claws in every soul, 

your seductive gaze at the door, 

between life and hope,

of deception and amore. 

 

I lose my heart in our souless gaze, 

your arrogant deplore,

against the chastity of life, 

beckoning me towards a receeding shore, 

 

And as I lean away from the fading light, 

I become yours forevermore. 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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