God Forsaken.
Around some quirky corner is a memory.
There lies a fragment of the past.
Such as a horrible face or diguise.
A lurking light out of sight.
Trying to catch a cautious eye.
Standing around in a small corner.
In some god forsaken hellish place.
Waiting to spellbind you with delight.
Keeping its harmful plan from view.
And all along you already knew.
The hurtful pain of a kiss.
The stroke of a cruel hand.
Lips that couldn't accept you.
The rolling thunder of rejection.
Clasping hands around the throat.
On the outskirts of society.
The love of silent sobriety.
Somehow you still survive in pieces.
A broken dream lays supreme.
Among the ruined shadows.
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