Dorian Grey
Through the mirror
I see it,
A chasm of darkness
Or the depths of Tartarus,
A well of soulless despair,
And in this will grow,
The seeds to show,
The route to the
Devils Lair.
For in my hand,
I hold a dagger,
Its splendour bathed in red.
Infront I see
Further behind,
The man
Whose soul
I shed.
So see me now God,
bear witness to my sin,
And in your mercy,
Strike me down if you will,
As to catch my Love,
Her Love did I still,
And now
my heart,
lays broken and still.











