The Diary Of Jane. A poem By The Dark Poet Byron

The Diary Of Jane

Sorrow is a sombre kiss,
when your bound to Jane's embrace
a fallen soul of epic pain
that’s sealed away in frozen tears

I am lost in it
This diary of jane's
It steals my soul and
haunts my brain
Its cryptic words
that drowns my heart


With tales of love and broken pain
For she is but a shallow girl
Never bound to one such soul
And as she walked her path of life
In these pages she did write

So in this poem of fallen jane
With broken heart and sobre name
her diary burns and She wil change
For In her heart she'll break her chains
And free herself from deaths embrace.

The Dark Poet Byron