Ascent to Hell
Like silk so sweet and cold against my skin
The clouds around my feet hold me still
My heart thunders and rages
The stars shining down have stolen my will
My breath comes rapid my heart wills to break
I wish I could confess to the life that I felt inside
Sometimes our storms are greater than our art
For there are little angels who are known to die
Could you confess this secret that you keep from me
I thought that I knew all for am I not you
The storm to the calm the light to the dark
Yet all I can feel and know are the things you do
The clouds around my feet hold me still
My heart thunders and rages
The stars shining down have stolen my will
My breath comes rapid my heart wills to break
I wish I could confess to the life that I felt inside
Sometimes our storms are greater than our art
For there are little angels who are known to die
Could you confess this secret that you keep from me
I thought that I knew all for am I not you
The storm to the calm the light to the dark
Yet all I can feel and know are the things you do
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Alright so this poem actually belongs in my story Finding Jezebelle, but I wanted to give it it's own place too. There are some hidden meanings in it that go along with the story so no it's not about me :)