Plea Of Insanity
Your silhouette embeds into my darkness
like outlined chalk;
white lies and white lines.
You are the ghost
that stole my innocence
and abetted my guilt.
Now that you are gone, sirens scream in sadness
and I still walk;
black shrouds and black clouds.
I flee in the dark,
living with my sins,
as blood red roses wilt.
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