I am forlorn…

Betrayed by thee..

My own very part (or so I thought)..

Till you forsake me..

 

Where do thou come from..

Where is thy abode?

These are mysteries I ask of my

Maze in my mind

 

Are u in me in a corner of the dark..

Sitting alone hunched up..

Writing ur shadowy lark

To make me stop

 

Or are u a flying bird

Stopped here for a rest

And when ur blood is warm again.

U denounce ur once crest

 

Best of friends worst of foes

Creator of webs oh and destroyer of woes

U look beautiful through a veil

Until we see that the veil is also ur spell

 

Tip tap tip tap

I am writing all wrong

Oh master puppeteer

Drug me along..

 

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