Poetry Blog by The Black Bile (Castle)

He Sits........
Haunted By A Trickster,
Up At Night With a Grey Date,
Steady Sipping That Elixir.
She Forgets, Haunted By A Name.
If There’s a Demon Stealing Time....
If There’s A Demon In My Eyes....
He’s Just Eluding Life With A Weak Kid.
We’ve Been Used Long Before Meeting You.
You Think It’s Me, I Want To Leave.....
And So Do You.
We’ve Been Wrong Long Before Believing You.

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