DOT
There's someone else in here but me and you.
Not just one ghost but two.
They scream and scratch and claw my face,
they simply just don't like my ways.
A heart as dark as me tonight,
I know I failed you - that's my fright.
Would things be different had I not?
Instead of comma, an ending dot.
I fail you again as I write these lines,
not supporting enough through your declines.
Well, what do you know, you're dead and I'm not.
Now let's end this with a dot.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2009-07-11 at 14:12
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