I'm ghosted out of long dreadful nights
like shadow of myself
(she)chased (me)to gallows of remorse
In the serene chambers of my inner mind
her frame curled in a wakeful sleep
She haunted...
on every girl's smiling face
I see her cry tears of blood
In the unheard cries of innocent destitute
I feel the furious steps of indignation
woofing upon my nape
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