No rest for the wicked

there's not really much to say about this i wrote it from my heart. Thats how i write about my life so it just is what it is

In the shadows and the nighttime breezes

Of old forgotten memories

Hauntingly familiar in their confusion

Of one far fetched point.

Surrounded by people of origin unknown

Who tiptoe delicately to strive

And usurp the very foundations

Of long suppressed tears.

That watch you in the night

And the day, like a plague 

Stalks your every move

Waiting till you fall to

Watching the burning of silent screams

To sneer and laugh

At the very self served failure they

Didn’t design to intervene on

For their own pleasure

For their own twisted piece of mind

The End

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