Fetid blankets pulled about my chin,
Like a shroud, corrupting my vision.
I canít see beyond defiled bedposts.
The world cutoff by shadows of my own design
And I linger in darkness
Her voice, a haunting echo in my brain,
Like a solitary kitten crying in desperation.
I searched but couldnít find her.
Taken from me by a world stained with evil
And I weep in grief
Shana, your last message on my machine,
My wounded heart,
Begging me to come for you before you were discovered.
But I failed you. Failed us both.
Smudged spatters of crimson on the alley wall.
And I ache in ignominy
The bottle, half empty on my bed stand,
My derisory comforter,
Like a cynical defiler woos me.
I know there is a better way.
A direction that will lift me to inexpressible joy
But I stumble in sadness
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