Saints of the Wicked
Give me sanctuary
Under the bridge of
Chaos where hellfire burns
Through the blood of
The damned
Under the bridge of
Chaos where hellfire burns
Through the blood of
The damned
Shelter my heart
Broken and bruised
Amidst the desolate
Souls of destroyed
Men
My heart is dead
Used and abused
From the men of standing
And chastity
So give me the wicked
The twisted and depraved
For they see my dead heart
And ask me not to
Use it
Author Note: Nothing need be said about this one that isn't stated in the poem...to live it is to know it.
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