Tempest Of
My life once depended on a friendly turn of fate
I hung my lonely lover, with a noose named heavens gate
Your life is menial to me, my friend, my ugly truth
swinging face down from the sunshine
into the darkness I consume
so I send a swarm of blackness
laced with strobes of soundless plea
please know your time is dated
until the day I set you free.
Copyright © Lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
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