I watch doubtful lovers upon broken horses.
I know our time is at an end.
A false friendship closes like the lost battles of yesterday's warriors.
Its with majestic sadness that I lose my grip on the balance of life.
So I crawl inside my silent realm of misery.
Your lies and betrayal remains to feed on the misspoken dreams of dilapidated children.
Your dark eyes like sour stains in my soul devour my very essence.
I hold tight to your honey words, but they die like neglected seeds tossed on the rocks.
-Johnny V.
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