Idol of a Broken Promise
I crave alone so enslaved to my own chaos, I’ve known the pain of loss. Above the hearts I slay, I loved her in dark & grey.
Of hate a jaded soul I paint, though in bane I’m not a saint.
I slept in fire & burned lies to ash, returned but kept admired by eyes that dash.
A suicidal emotion I’m honest, I’m the Idol Of A Broken Promise.
Copyright © Roger Byrd | Year Posted 2023
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