Tracing the lines) I’ve written many...
Of the countless accounts, pen and paper...

You cast your stranglehold upon my will,
Youre devouring me, vicious carnivore...

The woman smiles,
her hidden disguise...

Oh my love, please don't cry,
Just leave me alone to die...

The charcoal beast,
Swarms through the air...

You were the “in” crowd,
You were kings and queens...

I hide away,
Under the covers...

I hear his soft steps getting louder. I run in...
...But then again, my mind does like to play...

The time passes .. never stopping .. never slowing
racing .. pacing .. playing until the end...

Words flourish in the venom of deceit,
Lies roll off swift tongues like water trickles...

Where tears stream and purge dry cheeks,
and hate runs ramped in dark streaks...

Padding across his territory,
Scenting for his missing glory...