A Rapid Eye

Tired of the flock

And the shepherd’s deceit

Tired of the burning flesh

Extinguished with fresh blood

Tired of the drugs

Killing the cure

Killing the spirit

Killing the heart

For a promise of gold

Tired, oh so tired

Yet sleep evades me

This entry was posted on 28/02/2022 at 9:35 pm and is filed under Writing with tags geosolus, Mirrors And Black Magic, Poetry, The Cloak And The Dagger, The Hermit. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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