Infanticide
This final fantasy is hard to play
When you choose to run away
Do I love you?
It's hard to say
Luckily I know which way to turn
When our love comes to a burn
You tend to hide away
In the fray of losing control
When I bow my head to pray
This final fantasy rips me in two
Heartbreaks & lies leave me beaten & battered
On the outskirts of town
Counting down the memories
Till only a phantom remains
Lost within the fantasy.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2014
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