Vamp
Trapped in full inner view proned to isolation
In hope to silence the approach of its beckoning call
Within a vamp approach toward the wall
Vanquished in the tormented vow
The sequential novice humbly looks back at the plough
In great disgust we live to die;
Although its twilight sun had tainted my inner vision,
In the paradox of such inclination we stay in touch
Through a velvet chair we will live to share
A meal or two through its common hue
Shattered dreams then to pickle my fancy
Gone are the days when Sid met with Nancy
To frolic in a vibrant haze
You wake up late & say it must have been one of those days
Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
Was there something else you have been wishing?
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