Panic

Insecure you are

And fragile I am

What a conflict

we merely stand…

Chained in a fantasy

Of shores occupied 

Of dark souls beautifully aligned

I sensed you seeking horizon

I watched sadness devours your heart

With honor I paint my faithful trails

Of diving deep beneath your eyes

Momentarily escaped 

Immortal we are

A cursed union 

Forcibly alive…

Artwork by anonymous artist

Artwork by anonymous artist

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