Sunday, March 20, 2011


Haunt my steps forever

And I shall turn a blind eye

In the company of the forsaken

You shall never hear me cry

Touch the soles of my feet

With your ink stained fingers

And as the moon grows dim

Your warm breath lingers

My forever companion

The wraith upon my back

Your night-eyes alone see all

My void, my lack

I pin you to this paper

With ink and pen stained words

But I do still not dare name you

For then your voice will be heard

Black wings that rest upon me

Covering with midnight’s hue

Cold chill within my veins

Will I never escape you?

Never comes your raven reply

Never solace shall you find

Never will this maw close

Never the whisper leave your mind

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