by: Sarah
You conceited wretch
I’ve pondered you.
It’s within these walls of
Solitude
A man like him would fall to his
Knees
Begging for love in such misery
Your very soul a vicious twist
The one that most seem to miss;
Not despair but, mistake.
Your deadly bite after it’s too late.
Your solace acts to use us all,
Then cut all ties leaving him broken
Alone to die.
A spot light you wanted
Well it’s on you.
Priorities matter it’s not all about you.