Shadowfriend
Phantoms gazing into the madness
My misery holds no promise of Revenge
I yearn for the warm rest you give
I am a product of your constant seduction
Envious of your many days of rest
What must I do to win your grasp
You hold the answer
I hope to embrace you soon taker of all things
Until that day I will reside inside myself
Forever punished inhaling false love
Copyright © Jason Jarrell | Year Posted 2015
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