They say I'm hellbent
Or hellbound
They call me an omen
For the poison in the smile
That curves my lips.
But it doesn't make a difference
I'll always be the villain
in a black dress
Weaving through the background
Of their minds.
You wish you'd listened to them
You believe I drove you to madness
Threw you into the labyrinth
Left you wandering.
Little Robin, you're never lost
Not with me
A damned soul I may be
But follow my song
I'll guide you home.
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W O N D E R I N G
PoetryA collection of open letters and spoken word poems written by myself.
