god turns away/By: Haunted Lunacy
I reach for God, tears fill my eyes,
His back turns away, my soul he denies.
I hear a sweet voice with seductive charms,
I turn to see darkness with wide open arms.
The Poets Curse/by:Haunted Lunacy
The poets curse is to hold this pen, to write the words that hurt within, to weep alone and spill this ink, when all he wants is to cease to think. These pages stained with memories so dear, he keeps them close and pretends she’s near. Immortal words, his ink will flow, he can never truly let her go.
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