Sorrow of Tomorrow
I fear everything
and everyone I love,
will fade in the beat of my heart.
False perception
Calls forth sorrow.
All of my deception,
Fall out before tomorrow.
Divine love withers
To the saint of my heart.
Cold skin shimmers,
To the faint of this depart.
My soul will never hold
This gracious lullaby.
For it chastises its gold
Of a star fae, left to die.
Copyright © Lennon Hammett | Year Posted 2022
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