Phantoms spring from the fallen ashes
Crimson grief runs from trenched gashes
Hooded faces cloud her dreams
Painting a twisted reality with tears for streams
Distorted features called out her name
One torn heart was the other's gain
Hoping reality would sweep her away
She basked in the sunlight's only ray
Phantoms returned with a new found chant
Faithful companions steered clear of the rant
Phantoms secrets gave way for the night
She hoped on them there would shine light
Confronting her phantoms was an unpaved road
Now they've found a haven for the creatures to abode.
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Words Unspoken
الشعرFrom pain comes passion, from passion comes inspiration. These written words may not make sense, may not fit well, but they are real. Real pain and passion created these. Read each and learn a bit about me and my past, present, and future. Cover by:...
