Blackened Skies
oh nostalgic torment
How I miss it
you hated me didn't you
But your hate did nothing to me
It meant nothing to me
Then you tried to love me
But it was
Way too late
Maybe I once cared
About the bond we shared
Maybe I once craved
Your presence
But all I can see
Is nothing but your pretence
Your fake lives
Hidden under the influence of alcohol
Swept under the sniffs of drugs
But never again
Never again
Would put myself
In such dangerous hands
Copyright © Vincent Ola-Oni | Year Posted 2023
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