You loom like death, she says
And all you hear is dull silence
its just static
its just silence
you can't wish it all away
Non existant
you aren't really here
but you smell the decadence
and you call yourself a 'regular'
this is no place for a little girl
life as it seemed so real
was only just a dream
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Intrigue
It is with some measure of intrigue that I do complete this read for within it does seem to me there are hints of resentment at a life spent in some form of personal hell. Perhaps even a hell transposed by those who would not know what beauty and purity of heart really mean.
I like it, I like it so!


