The Lies I'm Told
Surrender, you fool, to shadows deep,
No one to care, no one to weep.
End it all, if you dare,
In the silence, none aware.
They speak of peace, I disagree,
No joy in life, not meant for me.
Unloved, despised, no matter the plea,
A worthless soul adrift at sea.
This torment now a twisted rhyme,
In hell's embrace, I bide my time.
Retreat to shadows, all alone,
Isolation, my solemn throne.
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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