Heaven's are crying and the seas on a noisy party
Craved for bread but stones was giveth
From my blood I quench my thirst and my flesh my hunger
Casting down to my death I say a Benediction
I am of no use to slavery but yet am in chains
The street dogs wish never to be me but yet we live alike
He won't bear a child for he is cursed, the children's sing
I now tell boring stories for a living and sing a sad song for pleasure
Not even whores will agree to lay with me for i have lost my sense of pleasure
I have grown to live in pain and shame but not in regret
I shall give sacrifice to cleanse my soul for maybe my saviour will come
Now that, the night is here I shall hope to wake in the kings palace and seek favour in his sight
For I am human not a god and when you cut me I will bleed.
-Richard Dubiex
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My Heart In Inks
PoetryMy Heart in ink This is a collection of love poems and heart breaks, 90% of the work are stories of me or people around me.
