The Abyss, the Spy and the Past
I'm wearing a frown
A dark, forlorn suit...I guess
I am the abyss...
You are mighty down
I saw you zip through the crowd
I am the spy...
I'm roaming around,
Picking up the small pieces
That were once my past
The abyss, the spy, and the past
Clothe me with curiosity...
Will this nightmare vanish or last?
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014
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