There's a darkness that looms over us all
Waiting for us to take the plunge to the fall
A sweet glimmer of red
A feeling of hope long since dead
Wearing a smile upon a silent facade
Distancing myself from the girl I made
I can pretend I'm her
I can pretend I'm more
Than this hollow shell of doubt
That she is what I'm about
But the lines still remain
The pain still stays the same
Unadulterated and pure
Now realising there is no cure
Bruise upon bruise stain my soul
With no one to answer my call
I wear them like a badge of honor
But I can't take them any longer
A glimmer of claret
The last of my honor remains dead
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
