"fervur" poems
Where were you in my darkest hour
You left me to the demons
Of my own past
To be haunted and tormented
Where were you in my darkest hour
A place where my own shadow
Became my enemy
You left me
To become a toy for the devil's child to play with
In the glory of the darkness
In the deep abyss
Where my own echo
Became my foe
It was there to haunt me
In a god-forsaken cube
Where I became the lab rat
For my own experiments
A time when I could see
through darkness
Shapes of sadness
Of Loath and Fear
Coming for me
A river full of sorrow
Flowing with sadistic fervur
In which
Even my own reflection
Did not want to look back at me
Where were you in my darkest hour?
Where were you?
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC