Shadows
Shadows follow me and cover me with a black, sticky oil. If you get too close, the oil rubs off onto you. Stay back! This cloud of despair and chaos will rain down and corrupt you too. Everything I touch turns to ****. My life is a menagerie of extreme complications and swirling images of burned bridges. The ashes burn my eyes as I look over this lonely cliff. The shadows are ever present, whispering hateful things and conjuring another hex... Another spell... Tying me down to the filthy ground...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2015
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