Evermore

Dorian Dark

 Awhile I lay till dawn of day.


Come night in spite my weary eyes immure.


Moonshadow seeps through my window way.


To haunt a cadaver of misfortune.


Living death, afflict me at will.


Stoke your stake across my wooden heart.


Allay my jaundiced soul affray.


Evermore, and unsaid.

  • Author: Dorian Dark (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 15th, 2017 19:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: Overthinking + Insomnia makes a splendid evening, said no one.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 26
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