Poems

What's done is done,
No roads will change the past.
I breathe to build a future,
That forever lasts.

I stare through walls of sunlight,
And think of days to come.
I find myself in darklands,
When thinking of the past.

I drench sir God in heaven,
I lead the hordes of hell.
My lusts they burn in Eden,
Forever my soul will dwell.

I've sacrificed, crawled the deepest wormhole,
With poems I burn the past.
I've stood in line, rode the dark road.
And still my poems last

The darkest of poetry,
The hidden truths of men.