

Shitty Poetry Dark is the heart that has naught but its workShitty Poetry by ~overmage
to help keep it in beat with the rhythm
of life, when in spite of the shadow of
Damocles' scythe, lest the body be hurt
can never slow or shirk


bottle I sip from my bottle of melting frozenbottle by ~overmage
tears, from my rich
and extravagant harvest.


Roads My mind is the iblis that separates the worlds,Roads by ~overmage
My words are a sword that will shatter beliefs.
My thoughts are the reaper raising His grim scythe
My future the victim, the present my prize.