My dreams are your nightmares,

March 19, 2016

Your shadows my stars.

And though no ones said it

your skin can hide scars

laid on a brain as a lattice of strain

marring a soul like an artwork of blame

And deep in your eyes where your essence is read

lays a heart cold, not beating & long proclaimed dead

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