S/Oul Poem by Vester Crowley Ix

He walks along the walkways
A shadow of desperate ways
He's next to me but dares to speak
When he writes for me my mind does creek
Troubles on top of troubles
Misery doubles
And conscious kills
Your word fills
My inner sanctuary
A Soul lost in purgatory
He told me his story by line
And I told him mine
We've become something more
Than a bruise becoming sore
He is my lover
I should've known better
We bound to go through Hell, hurt and hell
Oh when will it be that he'll take off my veil?