Inspired by Apollo I: The Writing Writer
all this time's been wasted
waiting for your precious grin
in the end it's useless
you've let me know that you have sinned
to you i promised my heart to keep
you've gone and left it senseless
a putrid lie caressed it
an endless chain of torture
a graceful taste of sorrow
with time i've erased
turned this reckless love to hate
sitting in the shadows
submerged in complex thoughts
tasting your vileness in every memory
i hear the voices knocking
your time is overdue
for i'll see the light in days of doom.
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