Writing was never my passion
Painting strokes, a nightmare
Your eyes behold all this for me
And mine yours………
Dreams envisioned of failures
Hope a putrefying state
Your eyes beckoning trust
And mine obscure
Fortune tellers, abhor
Faith, care less
Your eyes still phantom
And mine a lie…………
Chartered by doom
Led by martyr
Your eyes recant,
And mine demise…………
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