Wicker Park

In desperation of solitude, Sanity struggles to stay afloat. Dark clouds descend on paradise lost, Escape disappears, madness provoked. Shadows dancing under the pale moon, Mischievous silhouettes on the walls. In the company of misery, An unsympathetic world revolves. Tragedy collects inside her quill, Trembling in her delicate hand. Tears streaming onto crumpled pages, Unseen words bleed onto her nightstand. Child of darkness, product of sorrow, A fallen star abandoned by Hope. Haunted by the desecrated ghosts, Past secrets sealed in an envelope. Despair magnified by cold silence, Stories untold, forgotten memoirs. Drawn towards the pale light of the moon, Alone she rides, shepard of the stars.