You took all what’s left of me,
Dwindled down never wanting.
Took my friends with heresy,
Grabbed my soul in woods taunting.
What more do you want to take,
Seen you’re not my drug of choice.
Starved from my friends souls to ache,
She shielded me from your voice.
Melody she told her name,
***** blood she laced my skin.
Pleasure never before same,
Crying lust she made me spin.
******* now she let me go,
Her the streets to let us know…
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
You took all what’s left of me,
Dwindled down never wanting.
Took my friends with heresy,
Grabbed my soul in woods taunting.
What more do you want to take,
Seen you’re not my drug of choice.
Starved from my friends souls to ache,
She shielded me from your voice.
Melody she told her name,
***** blood she laced my skin.
Pleasure never before same,
Crying lust she made me spin.
******* now she let me go,
Her the streets to let us know…
"Dear H" - A Haunted Redemption XVII - 17th Poetic Series By Nickolas J. McKee © 2026.
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