Black Flame
Why have you Come for me
Sitting at my side…
Knitting my Hands to the Floor
What purpose can it serve…
Striking Fear in the Heart
Of a Man already thin…
You Mock me
With Your Cool, Calm Laughter…
And yet it turns to String it seems
These Shackles made of Vapors…
And Mists
I turn to go…
And you watch me leave…
Not even you are Committed
To This Follying Soul
Not even Fear…
Can Find a way
DarkJade-
PICTURE CREDIT – Flame On Black
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