Bright eyes
It snatches, like passion
like poison, evil when woke and secretly always near.
My pen dwells a million times and more,
writing down this obsession, the fragments and glorie
off it all.
The fall, the fallen, love
every footstep, unguided is self destruct
and the path is silver shining in the valley of my world.
Death himself is witness as I lost my feathers, a few every day
no more wings love, no more floating up and away
but faithfully I smile when your memory appears
whilst the last of my sanity, forever dissapears…
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