Dark Cloud feasting
upon your soul
Slowly spinning your life
out of control
Blotting out
all signs of light
No escape
from this blackened plight
Lulling you into
a deep depression
Disease with signs
of rapid progression
Seemingly innocent to
the untrained eye
Well within my grasp
before I reveal my lie
Killing you with
my best intentions
Avoidance was your
only prevention
Unable to detour
what you cannot see
Forevermore beware
the likes of me
Ty R.
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