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She Became My Gallows
She became My Gallows Written by Adam M. Snow What of this!? Her sweet madness beautiful as snow; that by starlight! The rushes lean over her wide! The intoxication of her insanity draws me close. Her voice, calling out my name; - haunting me. The moonlight pours out upon her - her wickedness is shown, who dreams with - a nest of mad kisses; a thousand years sad regrets. She is my agony - my cage - my demise. My loss of sanity is due her. She is haunting, such madness is this? I cared nothing for all, she is my breath, I can't live without. My essence, - sighing around her where the stars are sleeping. The scented twilight, I hung there. She became my gallows - my wandering noose - my demise - the fall of a tragic poet. She is the bearer of my heart, locked away; I am nothing. I am nothing but a man locked in chains, who bears no voice; a victim to her madness - her bitter sweet madness, beautiful as snow. She stole my heart - my voice - my name. I am her insanity as she is mine. She left me, her ghost to wander - sighing around her where the stars are sleeping. The scented twilight, I hung there. http://amsnow.weebly.com
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