Riches plenty and grand
But he still demands
Give me more
Oh evermore
Happiness little to none
He thought it was done
Still he wanted more
Oh evermore
By day he boasts
At night he was just a ghost
Empty was his heart
No riches could fill the part
Oh evermore
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
