is the road I walk,
light fades to dark
darkness my only friend
comes out to play,
too often alone
is the journey I take
my only companion
is the fog,
heavy is the heart
I bear these days as my
travels often offer little
future hope for me,
an illusion
a figment of your
imagination...
leaving me strangled
on the side of a
gothic brick fantasy,
crippled by the terms of
our agreement,
a legacy never given,
deep in the soul of
your depression.
March 3, 2025
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