We fight,
everday of our lives,
don't we, Lenore?
We scream and tear and bite,
arguments blocking out thunder.
Yet when the time comes to decide,
I keep running to be by your side.
But you..you slip away
move further away...
We both fought..
but we loved too.
Was it me?
But I wasn't the only one...
We both fought.
Then worst is yet to come.
Still instead of life, you..
YOU chose strife.
Made me follow on fours
then pushed me away.
Now I'm the one crying,
too scared to let go of you, Lenore.
The door, creaks...
You leave.
While I'm stuck in the confines of my imagination,
left to these terrible thoughts...
and a lonely death.
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