Flickering deadly lights
And the sound of thunder
In my mind.
Restless winds moaning
And sweeping my thoughts way
Reason gone for the day
Passion ruling the house
Virtue with her hands on her head
And the cat
Poisoned by the mouse.
Prayers forgotten, and God
thought of as some stranger
Revenge blinded by pride
And pride by pain
Words erased by anger
Constancy insane.
Oh, how would it turn out to be
If you weren’t here with me?
1 comment:
Better not to know and just live by what you imagine!
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