Might as well be a phantom

that hides in the shadows bare

that is gone now leaving me

in the dark shivering scared.

Who smiled is she please there?

I feel defeat and broken down

inside my soft bed it tears at me

and I hear all the shred sound.

Pacing this place I don’t know

if she is safe, lost hurt or calm.

I am damned by my own hand

maybe she sees something wrong.

I know the torture of heaven is

a miss of bliss no love or kiss

while embattlements fall down

a heart empty crushed dismissed.

I want the sky to turn to blood

my purpose is lost and I weep

for this memory to last for all

my love now I will rip from me.

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