Retched Shadow

Screenshot (16)Curse this retched shadow.

That mocks my sense of self.

It blocks up my free will an sanity.

Within its hellish depths.

Curse its evil wickedness,

Sending thoughts of gay to grey.

I try to run to lose it,

Between the blue an day.

Its thundering head peaks above,

While I slip over below.

Curse this blight of soul.

This mole/Hag of shadowy evil.

That’s turns a heart of porcelain into

torturous clay.

Curse you retched shadow,

Leave me in peace.

Just for one

Sunny day.

 

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