One lone tear escapes my eye
This is it
You had to die
And as I stare at my reflection
In the pool of your deception
I find comfort in knowing
The music is still going
Still growing
While I'm glowing
In the light of your demise
But it's night
(The best time for a muder right? Never in plain sight?)
And I despise
That our song
I couldn't hear
Through the din of your fears
Your pitiful tears
As they hit the floor
But now they are no more
And as the song ends I remember to
Quietly
Shut the door
So I can creep down the streets
Where the only sound is my feet
And the lamps dim out in my hastened
Retreat
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Poems of Mine
PoetryJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
