What engulfs my heart, wherever I go, wherever I conceal, it haunts me…
Under the luminous dark silk of night, I stare, I marvel, I breathe, it haunts me…
What has it made me?
The memories flash; images appear, faded, yet real, drowning me, it haunts me…
The scent so surreal, compulsive, I cannot breath, it haunts me…
What has it made me?
Day after day it travels with me like shadow, consuming me…
Its memories are overwhelming me…
It haunts me…
Under the luminous dark silk of night, I stare, I marvel, I breathe, it haunts me…
What has it made me?
The memories flash; images appear, faded, yet real, drowning me, it haunts me…
The scent so surreal, compulsive, I cannot breath, it haunts me…
What has it made me?
Day after day it travels with me like shadow, consuming me…
Its memories are overwhelming me…
It haunts me…
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