Sleepy hollow

poem by: Derek Vincent
Written on Apr 02, 2015 

I closed my eys and realized;
all of my life; you took for granted.
While I'm dead asleep in bed;
slaughtered my soul; fed off the pain. 
Everything you took; you took in disdain. 
You stole my heart and breath away;
with mind and body; your life I shall slay.
I shall strike in the dead of night. 
At sunrise; no one can change our plight. 
By then it'll be too late;
for love and death; this shall be our fate.

 

Tags: love, deep, pain, dark,

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