Stranger
None would admit the love I have and taste for blood like this,
so I swear I told you, but only this time, this love I have, I wished.
world is a broken,
my breathe be a stroken
only at the flesh on the bones I be poken,
a gentle little sigh,
as the blasphemous die.
The shoe he carried was not but hers, I prayed that only she lie.
a somber song,
the dreaded gong,
the days be rainy like this, be long
for my fair lady, of perfections phase, that only a prince shall kiss for days,
I do believe I forget my ways, I wish o wish she beg me to stay.
I known for some times It would end like this,
for this fairytale ends but with a twist.
for the lie I told is not for me.
I share with you a secret that never should be.
He touched my hand and now I see.
For the man next to me would drop to his knee.
to fall to dead, as fruit from a tree.
For the darkness of his heart has passed to me.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2015
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