Black and broken,
Words were spoken.
His eyes gleamed mean,
And ruined my famous scene.
I'm too blind to see,
I'm too old to care,
I'm fragile to be me,
I'm opaque, can't you see?
The angles of delusions,
Condemned me to take a path.
A path that leads to a misconception,
It crooked right before the aftermath.
Like the deep trenches we used to linger in,
So deep that no one will interfere.
So contentious that we need to lie low,
Like illicit lovers, dead in a row.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
