Frightened Consequence

August 29th, 2012

Wearing the old tattered rags
I walked away from you with
The days have taken their toll
While I continue adrift
I was unable to cope
With your struggle for power
Always suffocating me
My yearning for love soured
Everything finally blew up
We had one last final fight
Resulting in departure
I left on that dreadful night
Now it is the streets I roam
Wandering without function
Yet anything is better
Than your constant compunction
I hide in the dark shadows
And move about in the night
Afraid that they will find me
For calmly taking your life

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