The darkness has come to twine the clouds.
The rain starts to trickle down the window pane.
The smell of rain brings back my memories.
The rumbling of a distant thunder is a phantom.
A phantom that haunts the children.
But now there’s another phantom,
A phantom that haunts my lonely soul.
The phantom that comes without being called
And refuses to vanish.
An evil phantom that lives on in my memories.
That evil phantom is the portrait of you.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
The darkness has come to twine the clouds.
The rain starts to trickle down the window pane.
The smell of rain brings back my memories.
The rumbling of a distant thunder is a phantom.
A phantom that haunts the children.
But now there’s another phantom,
A phantom that haunts my lonely soul.
The phantom that comes without being called
And refuses to vanish.
An evil phantom that lives on in my memories.
That evil phantom is the portrait of you.
#hatred
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