The Estranged

Peering forth upon cloak and dagger

flee from dwelling, legs do stagger

twisting turns all twine together

sin escape or caged forever

Wake next morning not tomorrow

hangman says no time to borrow

so as I gallop to the gallows

heart hits true though blood be shallow

crawling near a voice calls clearly

must you stalk me? limbs falls dreary

Oh i must, but must you fear me?

I am you, the mind grows weary

The End

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