Whitney Davis

The dark imp’s will
Covers everything in shadow,
Giving it the thrill
Of turning hearts hallow.
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The tethers of life
Tie you down.
All of your strife
Is making you frown.
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To me your life
Means more than mine.
Drop the knife.
Quit saying you’re fine.
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On the brink of death,
You draw your last breath.
As your life wanes,
You can feel the pain.
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I am the loneliness
You brought upon yourself,
Result of fearfulness
And closeness with myself.
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Lying low, as you crawl on the ground
In fruitless attempt to escape all strife.
You pray you won’t be found
In the search for your meaning in life.
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