People hate the shadows
But they're my friends
They know what he does to me
They witnessed my end
I'm still alive
But there's a thin line
Between what is and what's not
The rain hurts him
The rain makes him run
But it never makes him stop
He consumes me
And makes me burn
The sun comes out
And makes him turn
People smile
And tell me to follow
Tomorrow is a new day
Forget my father
But he finds me
Rain
Or shine
That truth keeps me awake at night
Itsy Bitsy spider climbing up the spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
Now Itsy Bitsy spider went up the spout again!
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
