CONCRETE
I sleep,
You enter my body, my dreams.
You are the theif of my soul--
the one I have wasted my life on.
Chasing and hunting,
following your scent I have the intentions on stealing my soul back,
taking control of my heart and emotions.
I run from your trap.
I see it in the distance as I approach it.
Prepared? I am.
I go to turn away, I can't.
Your powers are too strong, your venom holds me, frozen in a heartbeat.
You are justified by your silence making your actions anything but corrupt.
My tears act as a mirror and looking into my eyes shows you a lonely face scarred by disgrace.
You see yourself.
bAcK tO iNdEx pAgE
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