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A vision of obscurity
If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure.
If you're longing for a lover maybe?
My love is to impure.
Impleaded fantasy's
I'm sick and you're the cure.
Materialistic lament,
hypercritical that's for sure.
Under a blanket of infidelity,
obscene and obscured.
hearts are devoured,
blood thirsty, and I want more.
A monster lives inside of me.
Indecisions and he not sure,
If I'm the cause of all his debility.
I refuse to feed him more.
A loss of all my faculties.
He is obscene and I'm obscured
Copyright ©
joseph randall
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