The Tall One
He walks, he stalks, but he does not talk.
He haunts, he taunts, but he does not flaunt.
Black as night in the day, he will take your life and drag you away. Bounded by this curse here I pray, I may pray but he will not go away. For I am haunting by the man in Black, in the suit he lays down for a midnight snack. He feeds upon the weak, for that I am not. He seeks power for this lonely hour of which I do ponder a taste of sour. I can not be freed, for I have done my dirty deeds. This is what I decree, for my curiosity was my final disease. This is not a disease that will spread, but for all I know it's all in my head. He's like this sickness that buries down upon you, for gods sake he gives me a clue. I have all the data and knowledge that I lock away, maybe one day someone will open it and feel my pain. I can not hide the mistakes I have made, but the one thing I wish I hadn't done....was chant and say his name....
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PoesíaA book full of my poems based on my life and heart break. About old lovers, some old break ups and old problems. Each poem I have written with emotion and full of heartache or love. I hope you guys like it....(Some of the photos are off of google so...
