The masked face comes nearer
Every step a wilted flower
Seemingly endless veins
Dry up with one last flick of a razors edge
Isolation is the food of the monster
A thousand dewey droplets sucked dry
Isolation is the damnation of the soul
A fatal attraction of wanderlust
Alone in a crowd of millions
I see it now, the sequins in His eyes
The last glimmer of life, a tease
One more, one more is all I need
To come to the edge of damned salvation
Where are these friends now?
Isolation is thine only friend
As well as the eternal kiss of Death
A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoésieA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
