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Moon Flower Apr 2019
walking a tight rope going insane
losing my grip swallowed by pain
silently screaming he walks in my view
forlorn all hope energy echoes ensue

through my gloom a speck of light
glimmer of hope quickly covered by night
drowning in a black sea of wistful despair
shattered defeated beyond all repair

no way of escaping this hellish realm
constrained locked in chains forever bound
catatonic paralyzed numb disconnected
absorbed delusions hallucinations protected

alone and abandoned a comfortable place
woefully wounded distrusting disgraced
angel of darkness his playroom is you
trapped and enslaved, his joker the devils fool

— The End —