Make me sad and I'll write you a poem
The lady in the lake
Never saw the morning break
The lady in the lake
Her loneliness ache
The lady in the lake
Drowned in rage
The lady in the lake
Who will she take?
The lady in the lake
Her lover waiting for her to wake…
— Inspired by The Haunting of Bly Manor
In between of dreading of running and rushing
In between of needing someone and something
In between of agonizing of risking and falling
In between of feeling everything and nothing…
I crave for your endearment
But instead, you’re feeding me with your temperament
What you’re doing to my soul…
Is more than torture!
You left a dent
That I can’t protect
Can anyone absorb this heavy feeling?
Consume this dark being
Caress this ill soul
Feed her, with the last drop of gold
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