My dark friend,
That song steals me from my reality.
I was stoned on
that chair,
Chained by your
memory
Scarred from
your love.
After many years I'm still
Your slave.
The one who sleeps on
Your dark side.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
Chained by your memory
My dark friend,
That song steals me from my reality.
I was stoned on
that chair,
Chained by your
memory
Scarred from
your love.
After many years I'm still
Your slave.
The one who sleeps on
Your dark side.