In the dark crevices of thought
I hear whispers in the shadows
And lie, waiting as time rots
You didn’t heed my call, young one
As you slipped into your dreams
And floated into golden bliss,
Surreal, until you screamed
My vision blurs, blinded
As this tortured agony
Grips my weakened, ghostly soul
Steadily, it atrophies
Goodbye, my innocent saint,
And as you wither away
I yearn for you to know I grieve,
But I mourn in silence today.
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