My Symphony of Angelical Pain

Then, was enslaved in your sheath
in a bosom of appearing angelic roars;
hosting daringly with perfectly
groomed verses, of
your patterns of inflictions
Unfold me; mold me!
I am available for your
desiring wraths.
Untame me, hold me,
I am yearning wholly
to see your demogorgons
Suspended in waves I shook my petals
brightly fair to raid your waging pedals
Console my hunger
to behold in your slumber
Console my paper
to behold grace in flaming banter
Make your mutters, presents as a
virtuous angel fettered completely to a nix
Inflame your
rival cascades
on patterns of
great disdain
leaving feathers on an angelic pain.

Hi guys! I’m Benyin from Ghana. A student of KNUST, Ghana. I love writing, I like to put my thoughts down through the pencil than through the mouth– started this journey not very long ago but by God’s grace I’ve come up with some good writings. You can check my blog below for the new styles.