A Friend
I'm addicted to your bitterness
The taste of comfort and peace
When midnight comes
And the nightmare's here.
You are here to haunt a living soul
But the soul left with an empty heart
You've become a friend to a sleepless mind
A ghost, a friend, and the nightmare lie.
Copyright © Alessandra Quincy Bakar Frade | Year Posted 2021
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